I altered a cheque.

The idiot was on his way to an out-of-the-way corner of Connemara looking for mounted infantry cobs.
I knew he wouldn't see his bank-book for at least a week, so I chanced it.

That's the reason why I am so uncommonly anxious to get clear at once.

If I once get off, it will be next door to impossible to get me back again.

General Joubert will hardly give me up.