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“How many survived the ambush?” General Murray looked worried as he gathered the Rangers together.
“We lost eight men, sir,” Lindsay said. “I brought most back, and one of the corporals came last with a few stragglers.”
MacKim felt the men’s eyes on him but knew it was pointless to argue. In any disagreement between an officer and a captain, the officer’s word would always carry more weight. To disagree was to invite the triangle, or worse. Other ranks must learn and know their place.
“Well done, Lindsay.” Murray looked careworn as he struggled to cope with scurvy and the cold in a garrison slowly disintegrating. “What happened?”
“I think somebody told the French what was happening, sir. They knew exactly where we were.”
“A spy?” Murray asked.
“I fear so, sir.”
“One of these damn
