"By hell and Waterloo, you mistake me for a weakling! Wait and see!" We had to wait a very long and weary time, but we did see.

In the days that followed, when my wound festered and I grew too ill to drag myself about, Fred and Will were able to leave me alone in the camp without any fear of a visit from the Greeks.

It was not that there was much left worth stealing, but a mere visit from them might have had consequences we could never have offset.

Alone, unable to rise, I could not have forced them to leave, and their lingering would surely have been interpreted by the guard, who always watched them from the corner of the road, as evidence of collusion of some sort between them and us.
Just at that time Coutlass, as it happened, would have liked nothing better in the world than the chance to persuade the Germans that he was in our councils.

Fred's mere irritable determination to divide the camp in halves saved us in all human probability from a trap out of which there would have been no escape..