"I have lost my trouble," said Bagg, and left the castle.

It was now late in the afternoon, near sunset, when about half-way over the bog he met a man--' 'And that man was--' 'Jerry Grant! there's no doubt of it.

Bagg says it was the most sudden thing in the world.

He was moving along, making the best of his way, thinking of nothing at all save a public-house at Swanton Morley, which he intends to take when he gets home, and the regiment is disbanded--though I hope that will not be for some time yet: he had just leaped a turf-hole, and was moving on, when, at the distance of about six yards before him, he saw a fellow coming straight towards him.

Bagg says that he stopped short, as suddenly as if he had heard the word halt, when marching at double quick time.