"We'll close It." They entered with fixed bayonets and dropped the butts of their rifles on the sanded floor.

A man in gaiters choked over his ale and two fishermen removed their clay pipes and stared.

The bar-maid alone arose to the occasion.
"Now, then," she exclaimed briskly, "What way is that to come tumbling into a respectable place?
None of your tea-garden tricks in here, young fellow, my lad, or--" The tallest of the three intruders, in deep guttural accents, interrupted her sharply.
"We are Germans!" he declared.

"This village is captured.

You are prisoners of war.