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E. W. Hornung: Raffles: Further Adventures of the Amateur Cracksman8. THE KNEES OF THE GODS (continued)"Any of our chaps?" added another. The Boer rode on with an open grin. And the incredible conclusion of the matter was that we were actually within their lines in another hour; saw them as large as life within a mile and a half on either side of us; and must every man of us have been taken prisoner had not every man but Connal refused to go one inch further, and had not the Boers themselves obviously suspected some subtle ruse as the only conceivable explanation of so madcap a manoeuvre. They allowed us to retire without firing a shot; and retire you may be sure we did, the Kaffirs flogging their teams in a fury of fear, and our precious corporal sullen but defiant. I have said this was the conclusion of the matter, and I blush to repeat that it practically was. Connal was indeed wheeled up before the colonel, but his instructions were not written instructions, and he lied his way out with equal hardihood and tact. "You said 'over there,' sir," he stoutly reiterated; and the vagueness with which such orders were undoubtedly given was the saving of him for the time being. I need not tell you how indignant I felt, for one. "The fellow is a spy!" I said to Raffles, with no nursery oath, as we strolled within the lines that night. He merely smiled in my face. "And have you only just found it out, Bunny? I have known it almost ever since we joined; but this morning I did think we had him on toast." "It's disgraceful that we had not," cried I. "He ought to have been shot like a dog." This is page 148 of 162. [Marked]
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