A small boy ran from the crowd of Burmese, grinned to Jack and thrust forward a mango toward O"Neill.
"Careful of the chokerah," Wells called out, "that"s this fellow"s son."
chokerahO"Neill knelt on one knee and accepted the fruit, handing over a farthing in return. "That"s very kind of you, young fellah." His Irish brogue seemed strangely at home in this exotic place.
The boy grinned widely, tucked the coin inside his loincloth and scampered away. Jack couldn"t resist smiling back.
"I see you are making friends with the locals." Once again, Jack hadn"t seen Myat appear. She stood outside the hut, still as any statue of Buddha.
"Sergeant Wells has it all in hand," Jack agreed.
Myat surprised him with a small smile. "You have a good sergeant."
"Did the talks go as hoped?" Jack knew
