It was that that saved me, that and his raging temper.

The collar of the postman's coat was round my chin, hiding my beard, and I had his cap pulled well down on my brow.

I remembered what Blenkiron had said--that the only way to deal with the Germans was naked bluff.

Mine was naked enough, for it was all that was left to me.
'Where is the man you brought from Andersbach ?' he roared, as well as his jaw would allow him.
I pretended to be mortally scared, and spoke in the best imitation I could manage of the postman's high cracked voice.
'He got out a mile back, Herr Burgrave,' I quavered.

'He was a rude fellow who wanted to go to Schwandorf, and then changed his mind.' 'Where, you fool?
Say exactly where he got down or I will wring your neck.' 'In the wood this side of Gertrud's cottage ...