"Of course, I do, Ensign Windrush." Jack was sure there was mockery in Myat"s nod.
"Here is what we do. We will take a musket each and open fire on the sentries. With luck, we may hit some of them, but more likely we will merely alarm them. The object is to make them believe we are an entire relieving column, so shout like the devil." He saw Wells and Myat exchange glances.
The sentries were in two groups, one at each end of the hut, with one man occasionally slouching away on some errand of his own. The acrid smell of Burmese tobacco drifted across the compound.
"We will concentrate on one group," Jack decided. "That way we might scare half of them away and the remainder should be easier to manage." He pointed to the huddle of sentries who were closer. "Sergeant, you know your own weap
