Two of these humorists linger in the memory. The first was of the type which is admiringly referred to in commercial circles as a hustler. His hustling took the form of beginning to shout incomprehensible orders almost before the train had drawn up at the platform. After that he passed from party to party, each of which was working strenuously under its own sergeant, and commanded them (not the sergeant) to do something else, somewhere else--a course of action naturally calculated to promote unity and celerity of action all round. A perspiring sergeant who ventured to point out that his party were working under the direct orders of their Company Commander, was promptly placed under arrest, and his flock enjoyed a welcome and protracted breathing-space until an officer of sufficient standing to cope with Mr. Hyde--unfortunately he was Major Hyde--could be discovered and informed. The second required more tactful handling. As our train-load drew up at the platform, the officer in charge--it was Captain Blaikie, supported by Bobby Little--stepped out, saluted the somewhat rotund Colonel Hyde whom he saw before him, and proffered a sheaf of papers. "Good-morning, sir," he said. "Here is my train statement. Shall I carry on with the unloading? I have all my parties detailed." The great man waved away the papers magnificently. (To be just, even the Jekylls used to wave away our papers.) "Take those things away," he commanded, in a voice which made it plain that we had encountered another hustler. "Burn them, if you like! Now listen to me. Tell off an officer and seventy men at once." "I have all the necessary parties detailed already, sir." "Will you listen to me?" roared the Colonel. He turned to where Captain Blaikie's detachment were drawn up on the platform, "Take the first seventy men of that lot, and tell them to stand over there, under an officer." Captain Blaikie gave the necessary order. "Now," continued Colonel Hyde, "tell them to get the horses out and on board that steamer at once. The rest of your party are to go by another steamer. See?" "Yes, sir, perfectly. But--" "Do you understand my order?" thundered the Colonel, with increasing choler. "I do, sir," replied Blaikie politely, "but--" "Then, for heaven's sake, carry on!" Blaikie saluted. "Very good, sir," he answered. "Mr. Little, come with me." He turned upon his heel and disappeared rapidly round a corner, followed by the mystified Bobby. Once out of the sight of the Colonel, Captain Blaikie halted, leaned against a convenient pillar, and lit a cigarette. "And what do you think of that?" he inquired. Bobby told him.