"Why, if it’s good enough to stump the Huns in Flanders it’s good enough to spoil old Noakes’s game.  Noakes is sure to think of the lane.  We’ll cover the ground with a layer of good runny tar some inches deep and a few feet square, and stretch a few wires across, and Messrs. Noakes and Smail will find themselves properly held up.  I know the very place—just where the lane runs under the wall of the barn on one side and a prickly hedge on the other.  They couldn’t go round.  Imagine old Noakes stuck fast in the tar, like a fly in treacle."