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Chapter 11
11 “What the devil are you doing, Kennedy?” Lindsay had arrived with the remainder of the Rangers. “I gave you a direct order not to attack the fort.” “Sir!” Kennedy said. “You must be mistaken, sir. I am sure you said to take the fort.” MacKim stepped back, remaining at attention. It was not a corporal’s place to interfere when two officers disagreed. “I distinctly ordered you to halt, Lieutenant,” Lindsay said. “My apologies, sir. The cold must have affected my hearing. May I offer my congratulations on achieving your objective, sir? By capturing the fort, as I believed you ordered, we managed to fire on the column of French and tip their cannon and stores into the river.” MacKim saw Lindsay’s expression alter as he digested this information. “I see. Give me your spyglass, Lieutena
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