(2) And the scout thought it was only his duty to bag the mudcrusher,
so, disregarding his enemy's fire, he started to round him up.
(3) Scout: "Halt! You're my——"
(4) "—— My prisoner, I think!"

Patrols.

Scout: "There's a pub down there right enough, but there's an officer
coming up the hill."
Corporal: "Over the bank, boys; an' take cover behind those ricks!"