"Sometimes I think that his brain has gone." "He did not speak like a man whose brain has gone this afternoon," I replied.

"But let us suppose that this tale is true, what is it that you wish me to do ?" "Allan, I wish you to dress up in my clothes and get away to a hiding-place which Hans and the vrouw know, leaving me here instead of you." "Why, Marie ?" I said.

"Then you might get yourself shot in my place, always supposing that they mean to shoot me.

Also I should certainly be caught and killed, as they would have a right to kill me for trying to escape in disguise.

That is a mad plan, and I have a better.