Perhaps you'd better go in any case; you'll enjoy the ride as far as Haifa--stay there a day or two, and come back when you feel like it.

We'll find some officer to masquerade as me." But there I rebelled--flat, downright mutiny.
"If I haven't made good so far," I said, "I'll consider myself fired, and hold my tongue.

Otherwise, I see this thing through! Send some one else on the joy-ride." "Good for you!" said Davey.
"Dammit, man!" said Goodenough, staring at me through his monocle.

"The rest of us get paid for taking chances.

The only tangible reward you can possibly get will be a knife in your back.