That's when we'll begin to gain.

The tireder the cattle get, the faster we'll overhaul 'em, for we can eat while we're marchin', which the cattle can't! You chaps just stay here an' look after my farm till I come back!" "You mean you propose to go alone after them ?" asked Fred.
"Why not?
Whose cattle are they ?" He was actually disposed to argue the point.
"Man alive, there'll be shootin'!" he insisted.

"If they once get over the border with all those cattle, the Germans'll never hand 'em over until every head o' cattle's gone.

They'll fine 'em, an' arrest 'em, an' trick 'em, an' fine 'em again until the Germans own the herd all legal an' proper--an' then they'll chase the Greeks back to British East for punishment same as they always do.

What good 'ud that be to me?
No, no! Me--I'm going to catch 'em this side o' the line, or else bu'st--an' I won't be too partic'lar where the line's drawn either! There's maybe a hundred miles to the south o' their line that the Germans don't patrol more often than once in a leap-year.