It was news that Jack had been dreading since he had arrived in Afghanistan. Russia"s best general was poised with an army on the Afghan border when the country could erupt against the British at any time.
“Thank you, Batoor,” Jack said. “Do you know of any sizeable British force near here? Your spies will know more than I do.”
Batoor shook his head. “No, Windrush. General Roberts is the closest, in Kabul. You are the only British force in this area.” He grinned, enjoying the situation. “What are you planning to do, Windrush? Attack General Skobelev? Or run away to your general?”
“I must think,” Jack said. “Come into the fort, Batoor, and bring your spy with you.”
Captain Singer saluted as Jack entered the fort, while Batoor glanced around the waiting British soldiers.
“Stand easy men
