Then Dobbs blew a blast, and every man rushed to his horse and gun.
“Fall in!” rang out; and in an incredibly short space of time the line was reformed, men giving a grunt of satisfaction as they rapidly altered the length of their stirrups, and sat at ease upon some favourite horse.
Chapter Twenty Three.
The excitement was still high, as we all sat in our places about a couple of hundred yards from the forest, and then Brace cried—
“Attention!”
Save the champing of bits by the horses, there was not a sound.
“There, my lads,” he cried, “I feel now as if I can look you all once more in the face, for the dear old troop is itself again.”
“God bless you, sir!” shouted the oldest corporal we had. “The bravest act ever done in the British army.”