So on for two days until Jimmie had got rid of the last of the manifestoes which Kalenkin had entrusted to him. And on the evening of the last day, as the subtle propagandist was about to turn into his bunk for the night, there suddenly appeared a sergeant with a file of half a dozen men and announced, “Higgins, you are under arrest.” Jimmie stared at him. “What for?” “Orders--that's all I know.” “Well, wait--” began Jimmie; but the other said there was no wait about it, and he took Jimmie by the arm, and one of the other men took him by the other arm, and marched him away. A third man slung Jimmie's kit-bag on to his shoulder, while the rest began to search the place, ripping open the mattress and looking for loose boards in the floor. III It didn't take Jimmie very long to figure out the situation. By that time he had come into the presence of Lieutenant Gannet, he had made up his mind what had happened, and what he would do about it. The lieutenant sat at a table, erect and stiff, with a terrible frown behind his glasses. He had his sword on the table and also his automatic--as if he intended to execute Jimmie, and had only to decide which method to use. “Higgins,” he thundered, “where did you get that leaflet?” “I found it in the gutter.” “You lie!” said the lieutenant. “No, sir,” said Jimmie. “How many did you find.” Jimmie had imagined this emergency, and decided to play safe. “Three, sir,” said he; and added, “I think.” “You lie!” thundered the lieutenant again. “No, sir,” said Jimmie, meekly. “Whom did you give them to?” Jimmie hadn't thought of that question. It stumped him. “I--I'd rather not say,” said he. “I command you to say,” said the lieutenant. “I'm sorry, sir, but I couldn't.” “You'll have to say before you get through,” said the other. “You might as well understand that now. You say you found three?” “It might have been four,” said Jimmie, playing still safer. “I didn't pay any particular attention to them.” “You sympathize with these doctrines,” said the lieutenant. “Do you deny it?” “Why, no sir--not exactly. I sympathize with part of them.” “And you found these leaflets in the gutter, and you didn't take the trouble to count whether there were three or four?” “No, sir.” “There couldn't have been five?” “I don't know, sir--I don't think so.” “Certainly not six?” “No, sir,” said Jimmie, feeling quite safe now. “I'm sure there weren't six.” So the lieutenant opened a drawer in the table before him, and took out a bunch of the leaflets, folded, wrinkled and dirt-stained, and spread them before Jimmie's eyes, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. “You lie!” said the lieutenant. “I was mistaken, sir,” said Jimmie. “Have you searched this man?” the officer demanded of the other soldiers. “Not yet, sir.” “Do it now.”