If you find any order them back into line and if they refuse to obey, shoot." Again his voice was not raised, but an electric current of fiery energy seemed to leap from this grave, somber man and to infuse itself through the veins of the lad to whom he gave the orders.
Harry saluted and, wheeling his horse, rode swiftly along the edge of the forest toward the rear.

Now, the spirit of indomitable youth broke forth.

Many in the columns were as young as he and some younger.

In the earlier years of the war, and indeed, to the very close, there was little outward respect for rank among the citizen soldiers of either army.

Harry was saluted with a running fire of chaff.
"Turn your horse's head, young feller, the enemy ain't that way.