The last Burmese swivelled as he was in the act of cutting the sepoy"s throat. He shouted for help a second before O"Neill rammed a bayonet deep into his chest.
"And that"s done for you, you murdering bastard!"
"Free these men," Jack cursed his clumsiness, "and get away as fast as we can." He sliced through the bonds of the nearest sepoys. The tortured man collapsed on to the ground. "He"s dead. There"s nothing we can do for him."
Jack realised he was shaking with reaction. I have just ordered the death of eleven men. He touched the Buddhas again, drawing strength from their presence.
I have just ordered the death of eleven menThe remaining seventeen sepoys all talked volubly as Jack"s men sliced the ropes that held them, all thanking their rescuers.
"Keep quiet," Jack hissed, "else t
