"How many more are there down the dug-out?" I asked, and the Boche answered, "About fifteen." "What about it?" I said, and he replied, "What do you mean?" "Do they want killing or what?" said I, and he gasped, "I don't know." "You know they're no use?" I said, and he replied, "Yes, they're helpless now." "Well, then," said I, "go and tell them what I have told you--that they can either be killed or taken prisoners, and they can bloomin' well please themselves about it." And, by gum! he went and told them, and came back to say they would all be taken prisoners. "Well, then," said I, "tell them they can come out when you call, but only one at a time, remember, and any one of 'em that has as much as a penknife on him, or any equipment, will be shot dead straight away. Fetch 'em up one at a time, and tell them that my mates are coming across in thousands in a couple of minutes, and if they find anything wrong with me they'll cut you to bits." I heard him yowling down the dug-outs what I had told him, and, meanwhile, I got round the cover. Presently he came back, and said, "Are you ready?" "Yes," I replied; "call them up, and only one at a time, and no rushing." He shouted the message, and ordered them out without equipment. There were eight or nine dug-outs in all, and they kept tumbling out, and, as they came, I sent them out of the trench into the hollow I've told you of. Lord! I'd expected fifteen and out they came in scores, and went into my "compound." When they were all out, I threw some of their own bombs into the dug-outs to make sure that there was no sniper left behind to "do me in." And then I said to myself, "Great Scot! What am I going to do with this little lot?" I knew I could eventually rely upon somebody coming from our trenches, but it was necessary to gain time. It's not that I want to brag, but I didn't turn a hair; I just kept my head-piece going. I told them it would be a very cold night at the place where they were going to, and suggested they had better get their great-coats. I graciously permitted them to fetch them--"two at a time, and no rushing." They ran, and came in and out, and each time they passed me they saluted me--Private Jones!--and I sent them to their places. I didn't like the look of one bloke, and kept half an eye on him. "I think I'll shoot that chap," I said to the interpreter. "Don't," he exclaimed, "he very good man." But presently the "very good man" went for his great-coat, and when he had got a short distance he made a dash for liberty. I swung round, clicked my rifle, and got him fair and square. He rolled over and over just like a rabbit. It was a snap-shot, but I put one through his head. Then I turned to the German by me. "Ask them if any more would like to try to escape," I said. He did so, and they all jumped up--they were seated on the ground--flung up their arms, and shouted "Kamerad!" III--"HANDS UP! I COULDN'T STOP BAGGING GERMANS"