"Here we are then," Maxwell said, "and here we stay." He jerked a thumb to the rear, "and we have friends."
Jack looked over his shoulder, squinting into the fog. He had been too occupied with his own affairs to notice that two nine-pounders of the Royal Artillery had taken up position there, complete with limbers, horses and their crews of stalwart looking gunners. One man sat astride the barrel of the left-hand g*n, calmly smoking a clay pipe.
"Pity help the Russians," the Bishop said, "we have nearly five hundred rifles now and half the artillery. We"ll m******e them."
"Five hundred rifles and two guns," Coleman said, "and they only have forty thousand men and a hundred guns." He whistled. "The poor Ruskies have not got a chance." He laughed. "Anyway Bishop, I thought you were on the
