"Three altogether, sir. Six horses."
"Well, I'm from No. 2 Battery, and I'm looking for you. You've unharnessed, I suppose."
"Oh yes, sir, and fed."
"Well, you'd better harness up your other two carts like lightning and come along with me. Show me the way. We'll see about the G.S. wagon later on."
"It's about a hundred yards from here, sir."
For the second time that evening George forgot fatigue. Exultation, though carefully hidden, warmed and thrilled every part of his body. Tying his horse behind one of the vehicles, he rode comfortably on hard packages till within sight of the Battery camp, when he took saddle again and went off alone to find a celebrated inn near the Epsom Grand Stand, where Colonel Hullocher and other grandees had billeted themselves. The Colonel was busy with his Adjutant, but apparently quite ready to eat George.
"Ah! You, is it? Found that convoy?"
George answered in a tone to imply that only one answer was conceivable:
"Yes, sir."
"Brought it back?"