194 AN ANGLER'S SEASON 



" Yes," said Lord Tullibardine ; and, 

 turning to the men, " You have only 

 yourselves to thank. Half - sections 

 right, into jail ! Quick march 1 " 



The men set out towards the jail, 

 round which, about quarter - of - a - mile 

 away, was a fence of barbed wire. Then 

 the Officer Commanding blew a whistle, 

 and suddenly, out of a ditch close by, 

 there sprang a row of infantry with 

 loaded rifles and fixed bayonets. 



The Officer Commanding went down 

 to camp. 



Very soon he was followed thither by 

 a message from the men whom he had 

 been reluctantly obliged to imprison. 

 It was raining heavily : might they 

 have tents ? The Officer Commanding 

 answered that they were now under the 

 Provost-Marshal ; that the tents belonged 

 to the Scottish Horse; and that he had 

 no power to hand them over. A little 

 later the prisoners sent intimation that 

 they were without rations. "You must 

 complain to the Provost -Marshal," the 



