“Good man,” Jack noticed the blood trickling down Hassan"s bayonet and the tear on his tunic. “Now help the 113th secure this fort, Hassan.”
“Yes, sahib. Shall I leave a section over the gate in case Bacha Khan returns?”
“Do that, Hassan.”
With the gatehouse and walls secured, it was only a matter of time before the remainder of Ramsud Fort fell, and when Captain Singer arrived with B and C Companies, there was little for them to do. The surviving Afghans were herded into the dungeons, cursing their fate, and hating their conquerors.
“Where"s Awalmir?” Jack asked. “Has anybody seen Awalmir? The leader of this bunch of desperados?”
“He escaped from me,” Donnelly said at once. “Somebody distracted me, and the bastard wriggled free.”
Jack suspected there was far more in that statement t
