"That's what's going to happen," he answered.

"When they've got you, then you're Mrs.
Mabel Ticknor, who never saw Lawrence and wouldn't recognize him if you did." "They'll ask why I'm wearing man's clothes, and masquerading as an Arab." "Well, you're a woman, aren't you?
You answer with another question-- ask them just how safe a woman would be! They may claim that their Algerians are baby-lambs, but they can't blame you for not believing it! Anything else ?" She shook her head, and he turned on Hadad.
"Hadad, lose no opportunity of whispering that Lawrence is with Feisul.
Add that Lawrence doesn't want his presence known.

Hunt out two or three loyal Arabs on the staff and tell them the plan is to kidnap Feisul and carry him to safety across the border; but don't do it too soon; wait until the debacle begins, and then persuade a few of them-- old Ali, for instance, and Osman--choose the old guard--you and they bolt with him to Haifa.

The Syrians have been thoroughly undermined by propaganda; gas will do the rest, and as soon as the Arabs see the Syrians run they'll listen to reason.

They know you, and know you're on the level.