He was disguised as a woman, and appeared to be a simple old peasant goodwife.
In this disguise, with brown-stained face and smooth shaven, he had appeared a few days after The Boss was hurt and offered to cook for us, saying her people had gone off to join certain new camps which the enemy were forming, and that she was starving.

The Boss had been getting along very well, and had amused himself with finishing up his record.
We were glad to have this woman, for we were short handed.

We were in a trap, you see--a trap of our own making.

If we stayed where we were, our dead would kill us; if we moved out of our defenses, we should no longer be invincible.

We had conquered; in turn we were conquered.