Chapter 11: The Criminals Chase the Police

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​⁠Syme put the field-glasses from his eyes with an almost ghastly relief.

“The President is not with them, anyhow,” he said, and wiped his forehead.

“But surely they are right away on the horizon,” said the bewildered Colonel, blinking and but half recovered from Bull’s hasty though polite explanation. “Could you possibly know your President among all those people?”

“Could I know a white elephant among