and the Imperialists were known to have fallen back to Ingolstadt.  The villages were found deserted by the male inhabitants, the younger women too had all left, but a few old crones generally remained in charge.  These scowled at the invaders, and crossing themselves muttered curses beneath their breath upon those whom their priests had taught them to regard as devils.  There was nothing to tempt the cupidity of the soldiers in these villages.  Malcolm’s duty was confined to a casual inspection, to see that no stragglers had entered for the purpose of procuring wine.

The day’s march was nearly over when he saw some flames rise from a village a short distance away.  Hurrying forward with his men he found a party of ten of the Swedish soldiers who had stolen away from the baggage guard engaged in plundering.  Two peasants lay dead in the street, and a house was in flames.

Malcolm at once ordered his detachment, who were twenty strong, to arrest the Swedes and to march them back to the columns.  While they were doing this he went from house to house to see that none of the party were lurking there.  At the door of the last house of the village three women were standing.

“Are any of the soldiers here?” he asked.

The women gave him an unintelligible answer in the country patois, and passing between them he entered the cottage.  On the table stood a large jug of water, and lifting it he took a long draught.  There was a sudden crash, and he fell heavily, struck down from behind with a heavy mallet by one of the women.  He was stunned by the blow, and when he recovered his senses he found that he was bound hand and foot, a cloth had been stuffed tightly into his mouth, and he was covered thickly with a heap of straw and rubbish.  He struggled desperately to free himself, but so tightly were the cords bound that they did not give in the slightest.

A cold perspiration broke out on his forehead as he reflected that he was helpless in the power of these savage peasants, and that he should probably be put to death by torture.  Presently he could hear the shouts of his men, who, on finding that he did not return, had scattered through the village in search of him.  He heard the voice of his sergeant.

“These old hags say they saw an officer walk across to the left.  The captain may have meant us to march the prisoners at once to the column, and be waiting just outside the village for us, but it is not likely.  At any rate, lads, we will search every house from top to bottom before we leave.  So set to work at once; search every room, cupboard, and shed.  There may be foul play; though we see no men about, some may be in hiding.”

Malcolm heard the sound of footsteps, and the crashing of planks as the men searched the cottages, wrenched off the doors of cupboards, and ransacked the whole place.  Gradually the sound ceased, and everything became quiet.  Presently he heard the sound of drums, and knew that the regiment which formed the rear guard was passing.