I got into a bad corner three days ago with a dozen Arabs-- I'd been doing a little work with a friendly tribe all on my own, and I almost got caught by this loose lot of fanatics.

I shot three, and galloped for it.

I knew the way through the mines outside, and just escaped by the skin of my teeth.

Did the Saadat, as a matter of discipline, have me shot for cowardice?
Cousin Hylda, my heart was in my mouth as I heard them yelling behind me-- and I never enjoyed a dinner so much in my life.

Would the Saadat have run from them?
Say, he'd have stayed and saved his life too.
Well, give my love to the girls! Your affectionate cousin, Tom LACEY.
P.S.-There's no use writing to me.