“Where we going now?”

“What time is it, anyhow?”

“Two o’clock, my lad.”

“B’jabers, we’ll nade cat’s eyes.”

“Weel, there’ll be licht enow whin the powder burns.”

“Be it to San Antonio or to Contreras, I wonder.”

“What difference to you, whether up the road or down?”

“’Tis to Contreras, wid this early start. I’m thinkin’.”

“An’ do we go on empty stomicks?”

“We’re to help out the other lads at Contreras, boys,” said a sergeant. “Five or six miles is all. So what does the matter of an empty stomach count? You can eat from your haversacks as we march; and by breakfast time we’ll be sampling the camp fare of those Mexicans. We’ll be fair in time for breakfast with ’em, and the fires’ll all be made to save us the trouble.”