He wore a tight blue jacket and lighter blue trousers; the front of the jacket was crossed by a lot of red braid, a high collar held his chin up, upon his head was perched a jaunty blue, red-decorated round cap with leather visor, and a short sword hung at his right thigh.
“Nothing special,” Jerry answered back.
“Come over till I investigate. We don’t allow camp followers in the lines.”
Jerry went over.
“I’m not a camp follower,” he retorted. The soldiers who heard, laughed.
“Then what’s your regiment?”
“Haven’t any, yet. I left Vera Cruz only last night.”
“You did! Huh! That’s a likely yarn. How’d you get into the lines, then?”
“Just walked. I skipped out, over the wall, and crossed the plain in the storm.”