I did not budge, but stood stiff.
"When I say 'Right--Face,' you do so," said he.
"Right--FACE!"
I imitated the surgeon.
"FRONT!--that's right--Left--FACE! That's good--FRONT!--all right; now again--Right--FACE!--FRONT!--Left--FACE!--FRONT!--About--put your right heel so--FACE! Ah! you've lost that; well, never mind; it will all come back. I tell you what, I've drilled old Company H many a day."
I really began to believe that Surgeon Frost had an affection for me, though, of course, his affection was based on a sense of proprietorship acquired through discovery, so to speak.
After supper he said: "You are strong enough to go with me to Company H. W'ell drive over in an ambulance."
From points on the road we saw long lines of camp-fires. On the crest of a hill, the doctor pointed to the east, where the clouds were aglow with light. "McClellan's army," said he.
"Whose army?" I asked.
"McClellan's; the Yankee army under McClellan."