"
"Oh, in that case," answered Hadad, hesitating. "Since you put it that
way... well, it is lose all or perhaps win something--half-measures are
no good--the alternative is ruin of the Arab cause--it is a forlorn
hope--well, one throw of the dice, eh?--and all our fortunes on the
table!--one little mistake and helas--finish! Never mind. Yes, I will
play too. I will play this to the end with you."
"So we're all set," remarked Grim with a sigh of relief. Instantly he
threw his shoulders back and began to set his pieces for the game. And
you know, there's a world of difference between the captain of a side
who doesn't worry until the game begins and Grim's sort, who do their
worrying beforehand and then play, and make the whole side play for
every ounce that's in them.
"Mabel, you're Lawrence. Keep silent, be shy, avoid encounters--act
like a man who's not supposed to be here, but who came to help Feisul
contrary to express commands laid on him by the Foreign Office. Get
that? Lawrence is a shy man, anyway--hates publicity, rank, anything
that calls attention to himself. The more shy you are, the easier
you'll get away with it.
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