Now, though, he knew where he and his men had to be before the southrons' scouts got there.

"I'll have to think about them, after the scouts get back."

We may have a couple of minutes before my scout gets back.

But when the scout got there and saw my father was black, he left.

Apparently the scout had not gotten a close enough look at them to tell that they weren't priests.

The scouts can't get a good estimate on the numbers in there, or they don't want to believe their math.

From what I was able to see, those scouts weren't getting very much information back to the generals.

The scouts, for their part, got up and left with six minutes left in the game.

"And if your scouts can't get away from the likes of the men we saw there, we've got the wrong people doing the job."

The queasy scout got to ride in the front seat on the way home.