I had my pencil still in my trousers pocket, but not a scrap of paper.
"I picked up a flattish piece of rock and wrote on it, 'Get a rope ladder quickly, I can haul it up.

Ten men in garrison.

They are all under cover.

Keep on firing to distract their attention.' "I tied the stone to the end of the turban, and looked over.

A noncommissioned officer of the police was already standing below.