The thing made me very angry.
It seemed to me that the whole war might depend on our capturing the spy.

At least, I owed it to the British Army to do my best to be certain the man was all right before I let him go.

So I continued to follow him by myself down the road.

The next farm I came to was about a mile off.

There I was halted by a sentry, and on telling my business I was shown into a large barn, where the sergeant-major of a Scottish battalion got out of the straw and came to talk to me.