“Oh! ’Ow Bloody Eliza, or Spittin’ Jim--that was our old Mark Five Nine-point-two--felt that morning, an’ such things. But it ’ad come over me--more to please Macklin than anythin’ else--that it was time we Janeites ’ad a look in. So, as I was tellin’ you, I’d taken an’ rechristened all three of ’em, on my own, early that mornin’. Spittin’ Jim I ’ad chalked ‘The Reverend Collins’--that Curate I was tellin’ you about; an’ our cut-down Navy Twelve, ‘General Tilney,’ because it was worse wore in the groovin’ than anything _I_’d ever seen. The Skoda (an’ that was where _I_ dropped it) I ’ad chalked up ‘The Lady Catherine De Bugg.’ I made a clean breast of it all to Macklin. He reached up an’ patted me on the shoulder. ‘You done nobly,’ he says. ‘You’re bringin’ forth abundant fruit, like a good Janeite. But I’m afraid your spellin’ has misled our worthy B. S. M. _That’s_ what it is,’ ’e says, slappin’ ’is little leg. ‘’Ow might you ’ave spelt De Burgh, for example?’ “I told ’im. ’Twasn’t right; an’ ’e nips off to the Skoda to make it so. When ’e comes back, ’e says that the Gander ’ad been before ’im an’ corrected the error. But we two come up before the Major, just the same, that afternoon after lunch; ’Ammick in the chair, so to speak, Mosse in another, an’ the B. S. M. chargin’ Macklin with writin’ obese words on His Majesty’s property, on active service. When it transpired that me an’ not Macklin was the offendin’ party, the B. S. M. turned ’is hand in and sulked like a baby. ’E as good as told ’Ammick ’e couldn’t hope to preserve discipline unless examples was made--meanin’, o’ course, Macklin.” “Yes, I’ve heard all that,” said Anthony with a contemptuous grunt. “The worst of it is, a lot of it’s true.” “’Ammick took ’im up sharp about Military Law, which he said was even more fair than the civilian article.” “My Gawd!” This came from Anthony’s scornful mid-most bosom. “’Accordin’ to the unwritten law of the ’Eavies,’ says ’Ammick, ‘there’s no objection to the men chalkin’ the guns, if decency is preserved. On the other ’and,’ says he, ‘we ’aven’t yet settled the precise status of individuals entitled so to do. I ’old that the privilege is confined to combatants only.’ “‘With the permission of the Court,’ says Mosse, who was another born lawyer, ‘I’d like to be allowed to join issue on that point. Prisoner’s position is very delicate an’ doubtful, an’ he has no legal representative.’ “‘Very good,’ says ’Ammick. ‘Macklin bein’ acquitted----’ “‘With submission, me lud,’ says Mosse. ‘I hope to prove ’e was accessory before the fact.’ “‘_As_ you please,’ says ’Ammick. ‘But in that case, ’oo the ’ell’s goin’ to get the port I’m tryin’ to stand the Court?’ “‘I submit,’ says Mosse, ‘prisoner, bein’ under direct observation o’ the Court, could be temporarily enlarged for that duty.’