"At one time in Berlin I saw two British officers guarded by
twenty-four soldiers with fixed bayonets," writes a correspondent.
"One of the officers was an officer of some importance, I think a
colonel, a tremendous man about 6 feet 4 inches in height, with
iron-gray hair and mustache. His companion was a younger man, with
a red band around his cap, denoting, I believe, he belonged to the
General Staff.
"The prisoners were surrounded by the usual hooting, jeering crowd.
Suddenly one of the guards deliberately prodded the big colonel in
the back with the butt end of his rifle. It was a brutal act. The
next moment the gray-haired officer turned around and struck his
tormentor full in the face with his fist. It was a fine blow.
"I saw no more, for the crowd in a paroxysm of rage closed in on the
group, surging here and there. I heard afterward both prisoners were
handcuffed and led away. Their fate I do not know."