They rushed down together into the yard.
The recall for the Second Brigade regiments was being sounded by the drums. The soldiers hustled. Jerry found the Captain McKenzie stormers and joined the ranks. The captain glanced sharply at him and half smiled.
“You’re liable to arrest, you young rascal, for deserting your company,” he uttered. “Report to your proper command as soon as we get down. What’s your regiment?”
“The Fourth Infantry, sir.”
“Very good.”
In a few minutes they all were descending from the hill top. The storming column took the route of a long flight of white stone steps leading down to the San Cosme road on the north. Several soldiers from the First Brigade had come up to see the battlefield. Jerry recognized Sergeant Reeves, of Company B, of the Fourth.
“Hello, sergeant.”
“Hello, yourself. What you doing here? Absent without leave, eh?”
“I came with Captain McKenzie in the charge. How’d you get up?”