"If you don't come out I'll get in and kill you," he said, according
to the women.

But she had kept him out, though he prowled round all night. Now he
was hiding in an outhouse. The brute! The pig!

When we went up the road the man was standing in the center of it,
with a sullen look.

"What's the trouble?" he asked. "It looks as if all France were out to
grab me."

He glanced sideways over the field, as though reckoning his chance of
escape. There was no chance.

The colonel placed him under arrest and he marched back between the
orderlies, with an old soldier of the Contemptibles behind him.

Later in the day he was lined up for identification by the girl, among
a crowd of other men.

The girl looked down the line, and we watched her curiously--a slim
creature with dark hair neatly coiled.

She stretched out her right hand with a pointing finger.

"Le voila! . . . c'est l'homme."

There was no mistake about it, and the man looked sheepishly at her,
not denying. He was sent off under escort to the military prison in