“Shot?” Jack rose from the bed. “I heard the g*n. Is he alive? Who shot him? Some badmash? A loosewallah? A stray thief?” He tried to collect his thoughts.
badmashloosewallah“I don’t know, sir. Mrs Colonel Windrush told me to fetch you.”
“Mary?” Jack’s mood rose at the thought of his wife being present. “No, of course not. Mrs Helen Windrush.”
“Yes, sir.” Donnelly stood in the doorway in his uniform trousers and shirt sleeves. Even in the barracks, he wore a bayonet at his belt.
Slipping on his trousers, Jack grabbed his tunic and followed Donnelly through the barracks. A knot of officers and scared-looking servants stood outside William’s room, talking in hushed tones.
“Clear the way for the colonel sahib!” Donnelly used his boot to remove a reluctant sweeper. “Excuse us, please, sir
