The Invincibles had found a good place, and were cooking a solid breakfast.

They had bacon and ham and coffee and bread in abundance, and for a while there was a great eating and drinking.
To youth which had marched and fought without food it was not a breakfast.

It was a banquet and a feast.

Young frames which recover quickly responded at once.

Now and then, the musical clatter of iron spoons and knives on iron cups and plates was broken by deep sighs of satisfaction.