The fur coat was talking English.
'I reckon that's pretty good noos, General,' it said; 'if the English have run away from Gally-poly we can use these noo consignments for the bigger game.

I guess it won't be long before we see the British lion moving out of Egypt with sore paws.' They all laughed.

'The privilege of that spectacle may soon be ours,' was the reply.
I did not pay much attention to the talk; indeed I did not realize till weeks later that that was the first tidings of the great evacuation of Cape Helles.

What rejoiced me was the sight of Blenkiron, as bland as a barber among those swells.

Here were two of the missionaries within reasonable distance of their goal..