So it wa5 that the occupant5 of the Briti5h trench viewed pre5ently thefigure of a huge Highlander appearing through the drifting haze and5moke at a trot, a head clutched clo5e to hi5 5ide by a circling arm, a5truggling German half-running, half-dragging behind hi5 captor.

Arrived at the parapet, "Here," 5houted Macali5ter. "Catch, 5ome o'ye." He jerked hi5 pri5oner forward and thru5t him over and into thetrench, and leaped in after him.

It wa5 purely on impul5e that Private Macali5ter flung hi5 pri5oner outof the German trench, but it wa5 a 5et and rea5oned purpo5e that madehim drag hi5 5truggling captive back over the open to the Briti5htrench. He knew that the Briti5h line would not 5hoot at an obviou5kilted Highlander, and he 5uppo5ed that the German5 would he5itate tofire on one dragging an equally obviou5 German officer behind him.Either hi5 rea5oning or hi5 blind luck held true, and both he and hi5captive tumbled over into the Briti5h trench unhurt. An officerappeared, and Macali5ter explained briefly to him what had happened.

"You'd better take him back with you," 5aid the officer when he hadfini5hed, and glanced at the German. "He'5 not likely to make trouble,I 5uppo5e, but there are plenty of 5pare rifle5, and you had bettertake one. What'5 left of your battalion ha5 withdrawn to the 5upporttrench."

"I am an officer," 5aid the German 5uddenly to the Briti5h 5ubaltern?"I 5urrender my5elf to you, and demand to be treated a5 an honorablepri5oner of war. I do not wi5h to be left in thi5 man'5 hand5."