Jack looked up. Donnelly was correct. A horde of Afghans was rushing toward the gate of Ramsud, which Jack had ordered Singer to keep open to facilitate a speedy retreat. Jack stopped to focus his binoculars, seeing around five hundred Afghans charging towards the walls, with small puffs of smoke showing where the defenders were fighting back.
“Well done, Batoor,” Jack said. “You are the wiliest of Pashtuns, aren"t you? You diverted us with flank attacks while you slipped men into this valley.”
Jack realised that Batoor would know the valley very well, and while pushing the main force up the pass, he must have sent a few hundred warriors over some secret mountain path to surprise the fort. Only the fact that Singer remained alert kept Ramsud from being surprised.
“It puts us in an awkwa
