By the light of the lantern in Fred's tent we cooked up a story to tell that we hoped would induce the Germans to let us wander where we chose.
"Sure, they'll watch us!" Will admitted.

"But as our only real reason for coming down here--leaving Brown's cattle out of the reckoning--was to throw people off the scent, in what way are we worse off?
The lake is big enough to lose ourselves in! What is it--two hundred and fifty miles long by as many broad?
D'you mean we can't give their sleuths the slip?
We can't beat that for a plan: let 'em keep on thinking we know where Tippoo hid the stuff.

If we succeed in losing 'em they'll think we're at large in German East and keep on hunting for us--whereas we'll really be up in British East.

Let's send a telegram in code to Monty!" Then Fred thought of an idea that in the end solved our biggest problem, although we did not think much of it at the time.
"They may refuse to take a telegram in code," he said.

"It's likely they'll open letters.