Wye descended with a hop, sprang astride a chair, and clattered around the room, imitating his drill-master. "Attention! By the right of batteries, break into sections, trot. Mar-r-rch! Attention-n-n! By section from the right of batteries front into column. Mar-r-rch!"
It's a part of the job, sez he, 'that has got to be done thorough. So, sez he, 'we'll jest mosey along kind o' quick steppin' now, and we'll do our part like we al'us does do it. For'rd mar-r-rch!" Berkley sat still, hands clasped over his knees, thinking of Stephen, and of Celia, and of the father out yonder somewhere amid the smoke.