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From: Lewis Hinkle
Subject: bulletin tactical
Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2006 14:32:53 +0200

I caught a glimpse of theirironmongery, he said, and there was more there than scatter-guns. He had no weapon, so I offered him myrifle. They canfire this scherm at six places, and we cannot watch them all. There werethe four sitting round a fire having luncheon. When he is off his guard hespeaks almost like a gentleman. I am going straight to Mafudis, said Peter. Malan babbled inhis fever, and Haraldsen, who was in the shade beside him, went tosleep. I cant say that I enjoyed the hour we had to wait. At this time of year there is no sap in the thorns, so they willburn like dry tinder. Are you after thetrippers that we found on the road last week? I raced back next morning to theold man to find out how he had got hold of it. I said that I knew nothing about Mr Haraldsen, but that I knew agood deal about them. But I wasnt concerned with oldHaraldsens operations, but with Haraldsen himself. Old Haraldsen had been in so many tight places in his lifethat he was hard to rattle. This part of the world cant offer much to a shadyLondon solicitor and an American crook. He couldnt read them, but he said herecognized the characters. I am going straight to Mafudis, said Peter. Somemay have gone native, and ended as poor whites in a dirty hut in aKaffir kraal. It was some hieraticlanguage, he thought, which the monks used on the Tibetan border. I dont know what these swine are up to,but it will soon be our turn. It was all open and bare, and we hadnt time to dig trenchesor build a scherm. Peter was a loyal soul,and if his allegiance was vowed to anyone alive it was to the oldDane. I tried as usual to put the common sense of it. Perhaps now heknows, for I have sent him a message. But the mention of Troth woke him up andthe name of Albinus didnt please him. They are Mashonas and are timid as rabbits. Somemay have gone native, and ended as poor whites in a dirty hut in aKaffir kraal. The greed of these men is so great that it will makethem brave. It rose to heaven like a great wind, and Iclutched at my wits and realized what had happened. He probably wrote letters, buthe couldnt be certain that they would ever get to theirdestination. The crisis came, as such things do, when I wasnt expecting it. Would it not be better to get Arcoll and the police? He probably wrote letters, buthe couldnt be certain that they would ever get to theirdestination. Hementioned Montana, and I tried to get him to talk about copper, buthe showed no interest. It rose to heaven like a great wind, and Iclutched at my wits and realized what had happened. The other side has also an inscription, which at firstI took to be in the same jargon.

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