Well, here's a how de do, what? This being a prisoner seems to have stopped being such a gas rather fast. Blast this blindfold. They do that when they're going to shoot a chap, don't they? Well, there'll always be an England.Now he noticed a figure, blindfolded, seated on the ground with his back to the cross, his wrists tied behind it.
Jollyrei.
Sorry, Miss; won't be much help getting you rescued if I'm shot. I wish they'd bally get it done. Where's all that bloody Gerry efficiency?
I say, sounds like a lorry. With my luck, that's the firing squad showing up.