"Then, once on the ground, we can crawl away. That's how I mean to go all along." "What about the tethering-ropes?" "We'll go and have a look at our horses towards evening, slip the coils over our shoulders, and bring them away. No one will interfere." "Val," he cried, "you ought to be a commissioned officer." "I don't want to be," I said, laughing.
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