If he does--if he gets this map to the Grand Duke's staff--then Stumm's goose is cooked.

In three days the Cossacks will be in the streets of Erzerum.' 'What are the chances ?' Sandy asked.
I glanced at Peter.

'We're hard-bitten fellows and can face the truth.
I think the chances against success are about five to one.' 'Two to one,' said Peter modestly.

'Not worse than that.

I don't think you're fair to me, Dick, my old friend.' I looked at that lean, tight figure and the gentle, resolute face, and I changed my mind.