of men pulling down our huts, and piling the sheets of corrugated iron into a G.S. waggon. When he cantered across, the driver whipped up his horses, and the G.S. waggon bounded over the open fields for half a mile before the sergeant-major got sufficiently near to order it to halt. "They belong to the --st Brigade, sir," the sergeant-major informed the adjutant, "and I've told the sergeant in charge of the party to consider himself under arrest until you have seen him." The adjutant, eye flashing, nostrils dilated, was already out of the cafe walking hard, and breathing dire threats against the servant who had been posted to guard our new home. Apparently he had gone away to complain that the cook was late in sending his dinner. The sergeant and his assistant "pirates" were restoring the dismantled huts by the time the adjutant and myself drew near. The sergeant was plainly a disciple of the "It's all in the same firm" school. He submitted, with great respect, that he was innocent of criminal intent. There was nothing to show that the huts were in use ... and his battery wanted iron for their gun-pits. "None of your old soldier talk with me," blustered the adjutant, shaking a ponderous forefinger. "You knew you were doing wrong.... Why did you send the waggon off when you saw the sergeant-major?" "I went after it and stopped it when he told me to, sir," returned the sergeant. The sergeant-major admitted that, strictly speaking, this was a correct statement. There was a ten seconds' pause, and I wondered what the adjutant's next thrust would be. "The waggon was trotting away, was it?" he demanded slowly. "Yes, sir," replied the sergeant. "And you made no attempt to prevent it trotting until the sergeant-major told you to stop it?" "No, sir." "And you know it's forbidden for waggons to be trotted except in very exceptional circumstances?" "Ye-s, sir." "Very well, I put you under arrest for contravening G.R.O. by trotting draught-horses." "Artful beggar--I know him of old," chuckled the adjutant, as he and I returned to the cafe. "He was a gunner in my battery when I was sergeant-major of ---- Battery, R.H.A."