See! the sentries are being called down, and the men are at the gate levers.

I must be back at my post." He held out his hand, and I clasped it warmly, feeling my heart go out instantly to the brave, impetuous lad.
"You ride this day with the rear-guard," he said, lingering as if loath to go, "and my duty lies with the van.

We may not chance to meet again, but the God we spoke about together last night will strengthen our hearts to meet their duty.

It matters not where men die, but how.
Good-bye, Mademoiselle! Captain de Croix, I wish you a most pleasant journey." With doffed hat, he struck spurs into his nettlesome horse, and was gone; while the ringing notes of the bugle called the waiting column to attention.
I watched with deepening interest all that was taking place before me.
The heavy log-gates were unbarred, swung slowly inward, and left unguarded.

Captain Heald uttered a single stern word of command, and Captain Wells, with a squad of his Miamis pressing hard at his horse's heels, rode slowly through the opening out into the flood of sunshine.
Captain Heald and Mr.Kinzie, side by side, with Mrs.Heald mounted upon a spirited bay horse a yard in their rear, followed close; and then to Lieutenant Helm's grave order the sturdy column of infantrymen, heavily equipped and marching in column of fours, swept in solemn curve about the post of the gate, and filed out through the narrow entrance.
The regular tramp-tramp, the evident discipline, and the confident look of the men, impressed me.