We must find Hilda von Einem and Sandy, and between us we must wreck the Greenmantle business.

That done, it didn't matter so much what happened to us.

As I reasoned it out, the Turks must be in a bad way, and, unless they got a fillip from Greenmantle, would crumple up before the Russians.

In the rout I hoped we might get a chance to change our sides.

But it was no good looking so far forward; the first thing was to get to Sandy.
Now I was still in the mood of reckless bravado which I had got from bagging the car.