When the horsemen came to a fence twelve men dismounted and threw down enough panels for the others to ride through without breaking their formation.

Everything was done with order and precision.

Harry could not keep from admiring.

It was not often that he saw so early in the war troops who were drilled so beautifully, and who marched so well together.
Harry always kept on the far side of the fields, and as the fences were of rails with stakes and riders he was able by bending very low in the saddle to keep hidden behind them.

Nevertheless it was delicate work.