Black Rifle also decided to depart about the same time, and Colden, although grieved to see them go, could say nothing against it.
When the four left they received an ovation that would have warmed the heart of any man.

As they stood at the edge of the forest with their packs on their backs, Captain Colden gave a sharp command.

Sixty rifles turned their muzzles upward, and sixty fingers pulled sixty triggers.

Sixty weapons roared as one, and the four with dew in their eyes, lifted their caps to the splendid salute.

Then a long, shrill cheer followed.