as marksman it would be more sporting to aim at the flag at the Long Hole near Beeleigh Lock.
"He took my banter in good part, but demanded my parole, which I made no difficulty about giving, since I did not see any way of escape, and in any case was only too anxious to get back to town to see how things were.
"'But you don't want my friend, do you—he lives out the other way?' I queried.
"'I don't want him, but he will have to come all the same,' rejoined the German. 'It isn't likely we're going to let him get away to give the alarm in Colchester, is it?'
"Obviously it was not, and without more ado we started off at a sharp walk, holding on to the stirrup leathers of the horsemen.
"As we entered the town there was, on the bridge over the river, a small picket of blue-coated German infantry. The whole thing was a perfect nightmare. It was past belief.
"'How on earth did you get here?' I couldn't help asking. 'Did you come down from town in an excursion train or by balloon?'
"My German officer laughed.
"'By water,' he answered shortly, pointing down the river as he spoke, where I was still further astonished—if it were possible after such a morning—to see several steam pinnaces and boats flying the black and white German ensign.
"I was conducted straight to the Moot Hall. He already knew his way about, this German, it seemed. There I found a grizzled veteran waiting on the steps, who turned round and entered the building as we came up. We followed him inside, and I was introduced to him. He appeared to be a truculent old ruffian.
"'Well, Mr. Mayor,' he said, pulling viciously at his white moustache, 'do you know that I've a great mind to take you out into the street and have you shot?"
"I was not at all inclined to be browbeaten.
