Then he was given brandy in the socket of a flask, which eased his nausea.

The cyclist ran his bicycle to the roadside, and found a seat for Dickson behind the turf-dyke of the old bucht.
"Now you are going to tell me everything," he said.

"If the Paul who is your enemy is the Paul I think him, then we are allies." But Dickson did not need this assurance.

His mind had suddenly received a revelation.

The Princess had expected an enemy, but also a friend.