We had a little bit of trouble in the regiment a week since; four of the men--Allan Macpherson, Jock Hunter, Donald Nicholl, and Sandy Grahame--came in after tattoo, and all a bit fu'.

It was not here they got it, though; I know better than to supply men with liquor when it is time for them to be off to the barracks.

Captain Muir, who is the only dour carl in the regiment, happened to be on duty, and he spoke a good deal more hardly to them than to my mind there was any occasion, seeing that they are good soldiers and not in the guardroom more often than others.

They answered him more freely, no doubt, than they would have done had they not been in their cups.
"They were had up before the colonel the next morning.

They had all served their time, and having been greatly angered at their treatment, they at once up and told the colonel that they would take their discharges.