pay a visit to
Jerry. He had some difficulty in getting there on account of the
turf-holes in the bog, which he was not accustomed to; however, thither
at last he got and went in. It was a strange lonesome place, he says,
and he did not much like the look of it; however, in he went, and
searched about from the bottom to the top and down again, but could find
no one; he shouted and hallooed, but nobody answered, save the rooks and
choughs, which started up in great numbers. "I have lost my trouble,"
said Bagg, and left the castle. It was now late in the afternoon, near
sunset, when about half-way over the bog he met a man--'

'And that man was--'

'Jerry Grant! there's no doubt of it. Bagg says it was the most sudden
thing in the world. He was moving along, making the best of his way,
thinking of nothing at all save a public-house at Swanton Morley, which
he intends to take when he gets home, and the regiment is
disbanded--though I hope that will not be for some time yet: he had just
leaped a turf-hole, and was moving on, when, at the distance of about six
yards before him, he saw a fellow coming straight towards him. Bagg says
that he stopped short, as suddenly as if he had heard the word halt, when
marching at double quick time. It was quite a surprise, he says, and he
can't imagine how the fellow was so close upon him before he was aware.
He was an immense tall fellow--Bagg thinks at least two inches taller
than himself--very well dressed in a blue coat and buff breeches, for all
the world like a squire when going out hunting. Bagg, however, saw at
once that he had a roguish air, and he was on his guard in a moment.
"Good-evening to ye, sodger," says the fellow, stepping close up to Bagg,
and staring him in the face. "Good-evening to you, sir! I hope you are
well," says Bagg. "You are looking after some one?" says the fellow.
"Just so, sir," says Bagg, and forthwith seized him by the collar; the
man laughed, Bagg says it was such a strange awkward laugh. "Do you know
whom you have got hold of, sodger?" said he. "I believe I do, sir," said
Bagg, "and in that belief will hold you fast in the name of King George
and the quarter sessions"; the next moment he was sprawling with his
heels in the air. Bagg says there was nothing remarkable in that; he was
only flung by a kind of wrestling trick, which he could easily have
baffled had he been aware of it. "You will not do that again, sir," said
he, as he got