in for Yussuf ever since we Anzacs went hungry on account of him.
Anyone who scuppers him has got me to beat to him. He's my meat, and I
give you all notice!"

It isn't good to stand between an Anzac and the punishment he thinks an
enemy deserves.

"All the same," Grim answered, smiling, "I'll bet you don't get him,
Jeremy."

"I'll bet you. How much?"

"Mind you, when the game begins, you have a free hand," Grim went on.

"All right," answered Jeremy, who loves freak bets, ''if I get him you
quit the Army soon as this job's done, and join up with Rammy and me:
if I don't I'll stay and help you on the next job."

"That's a bet," said Grim promptly.

So Jeremy went forward to play at being traitor, while Narayan Singh and
I kept Mabel company. She fired questions at us right and left for
twenty minutes, which we had to answer in detail instead of straining
our cars to catch what Grim and Jeremy might be saying to Yussuf Dakmar
in the next compartment.

Whatever they did say, they managed to prolong the interview until
within ten minutes of Deraa, when the Syrian returned to his companions
smiling smugly and Narayan Singh strode after him, to stand in the
corridor and by ostentatiously watching them prevent their examining the