“At last, the time came.  I stole out of my hut an hour before the change would be made, and crept along quietly, till I heard a sentry marching up and down between our huts and those of the soldiers.  I had torn up a blanket into strips, and twisted them together to make ropes; and with these in one hand, and a big piece ready to shove into his mouth in the other, I stole up close to him; and when he turned his back to me, I jumped upon him.  Luckily, instead of carrying the musket on his shoulder, he had it under his arm, so that I was able to seize the lock with one hand, and clutch him by the throat with the other.  I gripped pretty hard, and the man, in half a minute, slipped down to the ground.

“Before he could recover, I had stripped off his coatee and cloak; then I tied his hands and feet, fastened the gag firmly in his mouth, and dragged him in between two huts, where he would not be found till morning.  Then I took off my own coat and threw it over him, for the night was chilly, and put on his cloak and shako, and took his place.

“In half an hour I heard a tramp of men, and knew the relief had entered.  Then there was a bugle call, and two or three sentries passed towards the entrance.  I ran on, too.  When they fell in, I managed to get in the last section.  Some sergeants ran down the line counting the men, and reported that all were present.  The gates were opened, and we marched out.

“As soon as we got among the tents, we fell out, and I had no difficulty whatever in getting off without being observed.  Leaving my musket and shako behind me, I went up a long lane which brought me on to the main road, crossed that, climbed a hill beyond, and came down into a wooded country.

“At the first cottage I came to, I stopped.  A man and woman came out on my knocking.  They looked kindly and good tempered, and I told them a pitiful story, about how I had been unjustly accused of striking an officer, and had been sentenced to two hundred lashes; and that I had managed, in the night, to cut a slit in the back of the guard tent and escape.

“As I had been walking along, a sudden thought had struck me.  At Oudenarde, I was wearing the same boots I had worn when we were captured together.  When we took the money out, we each left, if you remember, five pieces of gold in one of our boots, which I had never thought of till that day; and, as I came along, I opened the sole and took them out.  It was a perfect godsend, as you may guess.

“The man and his wife expressed such sympathy that I did not hesitate to say:  ’I want to get rid of my coatee, and of this cloak.  The coatee would be of no use to you, and you had best burn it, but the cloak, if you alter it, might be useful; or, if you cut it up, will make a cover for your bed.  I will give you that and a gold piece—­it is a French one I got in the wars, but you can change it easily enough, when you go into the town marketing—­if you will give me a suit of your clothes.’