CHAPTER XIV

"DIE FÜNF-UND-ACHTZIGER" My back view, head sunk forward, shoulders humped up, gave, I believe, a convincing picture of utter abasement as I slowly retraced my steps down the ravine. But the moment I was out of sight of the ill-favoured group about the rock, I darted into the thickest part of the jungle and, after dragging myself painfully through the undergrowth for about a hundred yards, sank down hot and breathless. I did not care whether I was followed or not. I wanted to be alone to compose my thoughts, to t…