These impulses had been uncommon lucky, but I couldn't go on like that for ever.

_Ek sal 'n plan maak_, says the old Boer when he gets into trouble, and it was up to me now to make a plan.
As soon as I began to think I saw the desperate business I was in for.
Here was I, with nothing except what I stood up in--including a coat and cap that weren't mine--alone in mid-winter in the heart of South Germany.

There was a man behind me looking for my blood, and soon there would be a hue-and-cry for me up and down the land.

I had heard that the German police were pretty efficient, and I couldn't see that I stood the slimmest chance.

If they caught me they would shoot me beyond doubt.