"Thank ye, sir-r," he blurted. "Ye couldna' 'a' made me more pleased—even if A' killit ye."
The baron threw back his head and laughed.
"Good-by, Tam—take care of yourself. There's a new man come to us who will give you some trouble."
"It's no' Mister MacMuller?" asked Tam eagerly.
"Oh—you've heard of Captain Müller?" asked the prisoner interestedly.
"Haird?—good Lord, mon—sir-r, A' mean—look here!"
He put his hand in his pocket and produced a worn leather case. From this he extracted two or three newspaper cuttings and selected one, headed "German Official."
"'Captain Muller,'" read Tam, "'yesterday shot doon his twenty-sixth aeroplane.'"
"That's Müller," said the other carefully. "I can tell you no more—except look after yourself."
"Ha'e na doot aboot that, sir-r," said Tam with confidence.