But the rear-guard, when it comes to pursuing a retreating enemy, is ever the least alluring place.
"You've got all the luck," he shouted.

"Make the most of it or I'll never gamble on the fall of a coin again!" That pursuit was a journey of accidents, chapter after chapter of them in such close sequence that the whole was a nightmare without let-up or reason.

I began the book by falling into an elephant pit.
Before we had gone a mile in the dark we stood in doubt as to whether the most practicable trail went right or left.

Brown set his own indecision down frankly to the whisky that had muddled him.

Even Kazimoto, who had passed that way three times, did not know for certain.