Now Jack had a decision to make. Should he stand and meet whatever came against them, or withdraw his handful of men to the slightly more secure lines of the 118th, quarter of a mile to the rear? He looked around him. He knew the mettle of his Burma veterans and guessed that Logan and Hitchins would fight. He wasn"t sure about the Bishop with his religious affiliations while Riley was calm in some situation and nervous in others. The men of the 118th seemed to be typical British infantry; they would fight and die if ordered. That was what British soldiers did.
"Here they come, sir!" O"Neill said quietly. "Shall I order the men to fire?"
"Not yet, Sergeant." Jack remembered Colonel Maxwell"s patrol; he had no desire to shoot into British soldiers.
He peered forward. The mist swirled arou
