he O.O.W., laughing himself. "But what on earth
made him streak off like that?"

"Come here, Cuthbert," said his master.

The dog came forward, wagging his tail, and had his muzzle removed.

"D'you see that?" asked his owner, pointing to the end of it. 'That'
was a long and very sharp-pointed pin firmly soldered to the business
end of Cuthbert's headgear.

North Corner Bob never visited that particular ship again.

THE "MUCKLE FLUGGA" HUSSARS

She was a member of that gallant and distinguished corps after which
this article is named. You will not find her regiment mentioned in any
British Army List, nor, so far as I am aware, and for all the foreign
sound of it, in the Army List of His Imperial Majesty the Czar of All
the Russias. The name does not appear in any Army List at all, for the
Hussars to which she belonged are a sea regiment, pure and simple.

Her uniform of dull grey, with no facings or trimmings of any sort or
description, was strictly in keeping with her surroundings, for her
favourite habitat was anywhere in the wild waste of waters lying
between Greenland, the North Cape, the Naze, and the Orkneys.

Some people with a libellous sense of humour referred to her as a
member of "Harry Tate's Own," while others, most unkindly, said she
belonged to the "Ragtime Navy." But she did not seem to mind. She
knew in her heart of hearts that her work was of paramount importance,
and, complacent in the knowledge, smiled sweetly as a well-conducted
lady should when jibes and insults are hurled at her long-suffering
head.

She had a great deal to put up with in one way and another. Thanks to
her enormous fuel capacity she spent a long time at sea and had very
brief spells in harbour. Her work, though important, was always dull
and monotonous, while in bad weather it was even worse. She had no
prospect of sharing in the excitement of a big sea battle like her more
warlike sisters, though, with them, she ran the chance of encountering
hostile submarines and of having an altercation with an armed raider.
But, taking it all round, she had comparatively little to hope for in
the way of honour and glory; she merely had to be at sea for many weeks
at a time to prevent money-grabbing neutrals from reaping a rich
harvest by supplying munitions of war and articles of contraband to an
impoverished Hun who could not be trusted to put those commodities to
any gentlemanly purpose.

Muckle Flugga, I believe,