He was able to assume very various roles with "Fregoli-like" rapidity; for one evening, soon after the audience had dispersed, suddenly there was an alarm of a night attack.

Firing commenced all round the town, which was a most unusual occurrence for a Sunday night.

In an instant the man who had been masquerading as a buffoon was again the commanding officer, stern and alert.

The tramp of many feet was heard in the streets, which proved to be the reserve squadron of the Protectorate Regiment, summoned in haste to headquarters.

A Maxim arrived, as by magic, from somewhere else, the town guard were ordered to their places, and an A.D.C.