Our difficulty is not to capture booty, but to dispose of it.
"Have you a turban?
For that helmet of yours is out of place, in the woods.

The rest of your dress has nothing peculiar about it, and would attract no attention." "I have a turban.

I have been, lately, in the dress of a peasant.
The cloth I wore lies fifty yards away; I dropped it as I ran.

It will be useful to cover me at night, if for nothing else." Stanley exchanged the helmet for the turban that he had before worn, and fetched the cloth.
"Will you bury your companion ?" he said.
"It would be useless.

He will sleep above ground, as well as below and, if we are to reach my comrades tonight, it is time for us to be moving." They at once set out.