They don't know we belong to you, and you may trust us implicitly not to reveal the secret.

We'll hang about behind, and get in their way.

Ride zig-zag in case they shoot." I wish this book to be a strict record of fact, unmarred by exaggeration, and therefore I have shown my description of this incident to Harris, lest anything beyond bald narrative may have crept into it.

Harris maintains it is exaggerated, but admits that one or two people may have been "sprinkled." I have offered to turn a street hose on him at a distance of five-and-twenty yards, and take his opinion afterwards, as to whether "sprinkled" is the adequate term, but he has declined the test.
Again, he insists there could not have been more than half a dozen people, at the outside, involved in the catastrophe, that forty is a ridiculous misstatement.

I have offered to return with him to Hanover and make strict inquiry into the matter, and this offer he has likewise declined.