The cards were handed over, shuffled, and with the actions of an expert card player, a recruit deposited a card in front of each of the assembled men.
“Now, each man back his card, threepence all round, and the watch goes to the highest card.”
This was done with remarkable speed, the recruits had pocket-money in plenty, and the schemer now gathered in his shekels. The cards were then turned, and the fellow who had managed to win rushed off to his corner, exultantly bearing his prize. Mac departed.
Half an hour later Mac quietly slipped into the recruits’ hut, and going over to the man who had captured the watch, whispered:
“The man I got the watch from is wanting it. I’ll very likely get into a scrape if I don’t get it. I’ll give you a shilling for it.”
The recruit quickly jumped to the conclusion that Mac had stolen the watch, and not wishing to be connected in any way with stolen property, promptly handed it back.
As Mac went off with his watch to his own hut he muttered: “That’s raised the wind, anyway.”
EXCUSE FOR POOR SHOOTING
The other day some Scottish Territorials were at the rifle butts. One of the men, a tailor by trade, was making exceedingly bad practice, and missing the target every shot. At length the officer in command became angry, and inquired gruffly: