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Forward, March

CHAPTER XXVIII
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Now if Teddy would only order a charge, it would be something sensible.

But this play-fighting is disgusting!" Just then a Spanish shell burst close above the heads of this particular group of Rough Riders, and a fragment from it cut the staff of the troop guidon, planted in the soft earth, so that the silken flag fell outward.

In an instant Rollo had leaped over the protecting embankment, picked up the fallen flag, and, amid yells of approbation from his comrades, restored it to its former position.

Then, half-turning and swinging his hat defiantly above his head, the daring young trooper sprang back to his place of safety.

As he did so, something seemed to go wrong, and instead of landing on his feet he pitched awkwardly, and then lay motionless in the bottom of the trench.
At the same moment trumpet and bugle along the whole line sounded the order "cease firing," and once more the white flags of truce fluttered in the sunlight.


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