“Bacha Khan was aware of us all along,” Jack addressed his officers. “They must have split up miles back and left a false trail. I thought it was too easy.”
“Why the ambush?” the artillery officer asked.
Jack shrugged. “Perhaps to kill a few of us? Or to delay us a little more while the rest of the Rahmut Khel escapes? I doubt we"ll ever know.”
“Chasing Bacha Khan is like trying to catch quicksilver in a fishing net,” Harcourt said. “He is running rings around us.”
Jack nodded. “His men are all mounted. Ours are mainly on foot, which means he can move faster. Plus, he can attack where he likes, while we can only follow and hope to catch him.”
“What can we do?” Harcourt said.
“I have an idea,” Jack said. “It may work, and it may not, but either way, it will strike a blow against Bacha
