Two other officers joined in the toast, with Inkerrow downing a chota peg – a single whisky - in one swallow and demanding another from the khitmagar.
chota pegkhitmagarJack smiled. “We’ll see what happens.”
Baxter leaned back in his chair. “We have a choice, Windrush. Either we reinforce the garrison in Kandahar and come down hard on the tribes and ghazis here, or we withdraw completely and hand the entire country over to Abdur Rahman Khan, the soon-to-be new Amir. Having Sher Ali in charge is inviting disaster.”
Jack agreed but allowed Baxter to continue. “Do you think Sher Ali is that bad?”
Baxter smiled. “He is the veriest puppet that ever danced to political music, and I read that in The Times of India, so others share my opinion. If we leave Kandahar, Sher Ali won’t last a day or
