In the meantime, Murdoch scoured the village for a horse and carriage.

Suddenly, to my surprise, a despatch rider on a motorcycle came down the road and stopped and asked me if I knew where Canon Scott was.

I said, "I'm the man", and he handed me a letter.

It turned out to be one from General Smith-Dorrien, asking me to allow him to send a poem which I had written, called "On the Rue du Bois" to "The Times." It was such a kind friendly letter that at once it dispelled my sense of loneliness, and when Murdoch arrived and told me that there was not a horse in the place at my disposal, I replied that I did not mind so much now since I had the British General for a friend.
I left Murdoch to guard my goods and chattels and went off myself down the road to the old Chateau and farmhouse.

There I was lucky enough to obtain a cart with three wheels.