The silence growing tense he further ejaculated "Ahem!" very loudly, without visible result or consequence. The silence growing tenser, Colonel Dearman said encouragingly but firmly:—
"Do something, Captain Rozario".
Captain Rozario did something. He drew his whistle. He blew it. He replaced it in his pocket.
Nothing happening, he took his handkerchief from his sleeve, blew his nose therewith and dropped it (the handkerchief) upon the ground. Seven obliging volunteers darted forward to retrieve it.
"May we expect the evolutions this evening, Colonel?" inquired General
Murger politely.
"We are waiting for you to move off, Captain Rozario," stated Colonel
Dearman.
"Sir, how can I move off with oll the rest in my front?" inquired
Captain Rozario reasonably.
"Form fours, right, and quick march," prompted the Sergeant-Major, and
Captain Rozario shrilled forth:
"Form right fours and march quick," at the top of his voice.
Many members of "G" Company turned to their right and marched towards the setting-sun, while some turned to their left and marched in the direction of China.