On leaving the Adjutant General, Terence--knowing that Mackenzie's brigade was some two miles in advance on the Alberche river, and that the enemy was not in sight--sent off one of the orderlies who accompanied him, with a message to Herrara to fall back and take up his station on the lower slopes of the Sierra, facing the rounded hill; and then went to a restaurant and had breakfast.

It was crowded with Spanish officers, with a few British scattered among them.
As he ate his food, he was greatly amused at the boasting of the Spaniards as to what they would accomplish, if the French ventured to attack them; knowing as he did how shamefully they had behaved, two days before, when the whole of Cuesta's army had been thrown into utter disorder by two or three thousand French cavalry, and had only been saved from utter rout by the interposition of a British brigade.

When he had finished breakfast, he mounted his horse and rode to the camp of his old regiment.
"Hooroo, Terence!" Captain O'Grady shouted, as he rode up, "I thought you would be turning up, when there was going to be something to do.

It's yourself that has the knack of always getting into the thick of it.
"Orderly, take Colonel O'Connor's horse, and lead him up and down.
"Come on, Terence, most of the boys are in that tent over there.

We have just been dismissed from parade." A shout of welcome rose as they entered the tent, where a dozen officers were sitting on the ground, or on empty boxes.
"Sit down if you can find room, Terence," Colonel Corcoran said.
"Wouldn't you like to be back with us again, for the shindy that we are likely to have, tomorrow ?" "That I should, but I hope to have my share in it, in my own way." "Where are your men, O'Connor ?" "They will be, in another hour, at the foot of the mountains over there to the left.