8/15 The general apathy is instantly, replaced by keen attention, and the boys instinctively range themselves into fours--the cavalry unit of action. The Major, who is riding about the middle of the first Company--I--dashes to the front. A glance seems to satisfy him, for he turns in his saddle and his voice rings out: "Company I! FOURS LEFT INTO LINE!--MARCH!!" The Company swings around on the hill-top like a great, jointed toy snake. As the fours come into line on a trot, we see every man draw his saber and revolver. The Company raises a mighty cheer and dashes forward. |