I wished to delay him long enough for the despatch rider to return with his message from the Brigade.

Our conversation was a trifle forced, and I remember thinking that if my friend was really a British officer he would not have submitted quite so tamely to the interference of a Padre.

Then I looked at the revolver in his belt, and I thought that, if, on the other hand, he was a German spy he would probably use his weapon in that lonely road and get rid of the man who was impeding his movements.

We went on till we came to the sentry whom I had warned at first.

At once, we were challenged, "Halt, who are you ?" and the suspected spy replied "Indian Army." But the sentry was not satisfied, and to my delight he said, "You will both have to come in and be identified".