"What's that ?" he cried in terror, evidently pointing towards my little house.

"That's the Rev.Major Canon Scott's billet" said Ross with great dignity from under his rubber sheets, and the man went off in fear of his identity becoming known.

He afterwards became an officer and a very gallant one too, and finally lost a leg in the service of his country.

But many is the time I have chaffed him about the night he thought he had wandered into the German lines.
One day when I had ridden up to Court-o-Pyp I found that a canteen had just been opened there, and being urged to make a purchase for good luck I bought a large bottle of tomato catsup, which I put into my saddle bag.

I noticed that the action was under the observation of the battalion, which had just returned from the trenches and was about to be dismissed.