Before them was a regiment of regulars advancing in column of fours, at the "double." An officer sprang to the front of the car and seated himself beside Ford.
"I'll have to commandeer this," he said.

"Run back to Cromer.

Don't crush my men, but go like the devil!" "We heard firing here," explained the officer at the Coast Guard station.

"The Guard drove them back to the sea.

He counted over a dozen.
They made pretty poor practice, for he isn't wounded, but his gravel walk looks as though some one had drawn a harrow over it.