I still think you would have been wiser to humour Rasta Bey.' As I was leaving he gave me a telegram.

'Here's a wire for your Captain Schenk.' I slipped the envelope in my pocket and went Out.
Schenk was pretty sick, so I left a note for him.

At one o'clock I got the train started, with a couple of German Landwehr in each truck and Peter and I in a horse-box.

Presently I remembered Schenk's telegram, which still reposed in my pocket.

I took it out and opened it, meaning to wire it from the first station we stopped at.