"There it is boys," Coleman pointed across the maidan, "there"s the temple of Pegu." The men gave a little cheer, sailors and seamen together.
In the evening light, the town looked more exotic than ever with its great pointed temple rising to the darkening sky, dwarfing the huts that clustered all around. The sweet sound of bells ghosted across to them.
"There"s a flag flying from the temple," Wells said, "but I"m blessed if I can see which one." He turned to Myat. "Can you make out the colours?"
"It"s the British flag," Myat said at once, and when the words spread, the men cheered again.
"So all we have to do is march in like soldiers, and we"ll be safe," Jack told them. The 113th stared at the Union flag that flapped above the town as if sight alone could bring them food and clean wa
