I knocked on the door and, after a few minutes, the head and shoulders of a man in pyjamas looked out from the window and asked me who I was and what I wanted.

On my giving my name and requesting admission, he very kindly came down and let me in and gave me a bed on the floor.

On a mattress beside me was a young officer of the Alberta Dragoons, only nineteen years of age.

He afterwards joined the Flying Corps and met his death by jumping out of his machine at an altitude of six thousand feet, when it was hit and burst into flames.

The Alberta Dragoons later on became the Canadian Light Horse, and were Corps Troops.