General Cos on his white horse rode to its head, and he was in his finest uniform.

Somebody of importance was coming! Ned was keen with curiosity but he was too proud to ask.

The Tlascalans had proved a churlish lot, and he would waste no words on them.
The road now led down into a beautiful savanna, thick in grass, and with oaks and pines on all sides.

Cos' companies turned into the grass, and Ned saw that another force entering at the far side was doing the same.
All the men in the second force were mounted, the officer who was at their head riding a horse even finer than that of Cos.

His uniform, too, was more splendid, and his head was surmounted by a great three-cornered hat, heavy with gold lace.