“My men are fighting,” Jack shouted to Batoor.
“As are mine!” Batoor lifted a hand in farewell as Jack ran back to Smith’s company. He heard the wild shouts above the controlled volley fire of British infantry.
“Allah Akbar! Din! Din!”
“Allah Akbar! Din! Din!”“Ghazis.” Donnelly pointed to the flicker of white robes. “They’ve rushed the company.”
Jack nodded. Even if Zamar Khan ordered his men not to attack the British, the religious fanatics would grab the opportunity to kill the kaffirs.
Number One Company seemed in no immediate danger. The ghazis were charging one side of the square, pulwars raised and shields covering their bowed heads, and the Royals shot them with precision.
Jack waited until the ghazi’s charge lapped away and ran to the square. “Open up, there!”
“Welcome back,
