Miss Teddington herself had emerged, and was waving a lantern as a searchlight.
"This way," blustered Marjorie, heading for the kitchen quarter.

"The sneaking cur! We'll have him!" "Why aren't we allowed bayonets ?" lamented Ruth White.
"Oh, I hear a noise! There's something there really," urged Kathleen Simpson, with a most unsoldierly squeal.

"Oh, I say! Here he comes!" There was a sudden scratch and scramble, and from out the larder rushed a dark object on four legs, with a white something in its mouth.

Helen made a valiant dash at it, but it dodged her, and flew like the wind away between the tents and off somewhere over the fields in the direction of the farm.

The guard with one accord burst out laughing.
"A thieving Welsh sheep-dog raiding the larder!" exclaimed Catherine.
"It's stolen a whole leg of mutton, the brute!" wailed Doris, who belonged to the Commissariat Department.