On a large double door of a barn the Huns had gone to the trouble of painting in huge letters the hackneyed phrase "Gott strafe England," and immediately our men saw it one of them, with a piece of chalk, improved upon it. They gathered the children round them and formed a group beneath the letters with German trophies upon their heads; I filmed them there, one of the happiest groups possible to conceive. I left them and went to find the officer in charge, and asked him for the latest news from other sections. "I couldn't say," he replied, "but my men were well in touch with them early this morning, but you seem to know more about it here than anyone else. When on earth did you arrive in the village?" "Just before you," I replied. "I came from Bovincourt." "Well, you have got some job. I certainly didn't expect to find anyone so harmless as a photographer awaiting our arrival." The conversation was abruptly stopped by a warning shout from one of the observers on a house-top close by. "Germans, sir." The officer and I rushed to a gap in the buildings and looked through our glasses, and there, on a small ridge a thousand yards off, a body of horsemen were seen approaching, riding hard, as if their very lives depended upon it. An order was immediately given to the machine-gun company who had taken up a most advantageous position and one that commanded most of the country near by. I placed my camera in such a position by the side of a wall that I could see all that was taking place and if seen myself I could easily pull it under cover. Nearer and nearer they came. They were too far away to photograph. Excitement was intense. Were they coming into the village? If they did, I thought, in all conscience they would get a warm reception, knowing as I did the arrangements for its defence. My eyes were fixed upon them. The officer close by was on the point of giving the order to fire when a burst of machine-gun fire rang out in the distance. "Our cavalry have got them," said the officer. "We have some strong posts just here, Bosche has fairly run into them. Look! They have their tails up." And they had, for they were running back for all they were worth in the direction of Bierne. Our men were positively disappointed, and I can honestly say I was myself, for the possibilities of a wonderful scene had disappeared. The tension relaxed; most of the men returned to their billets and quickly made themselves at home with the people. Noticing people going into church, I went up the hill to investigate. As I entered the outer gate an officer clattered up on horseback, swung himself off and walked up to me. "Hullo," he said, "I am the doctor. Anything doing here?" "Well," I said, "there might have been just now." I related the happenings of the last ten minutes. "Have you been to Bovincourt?" "Yes, but the poor devils are too ill for me. I haven't sufficient stuff with me to go round."