During the night, therefore, Jack and his chums were busy in carrying out the colonel’s orders. It was found next day that there were not sufficient draught animals to serve for the transport of all the remaining stores, and the 95th were employed for many hours in burning and blowing up valuable stuff to prevent it from falling into the hands of the French. The regiments of the Reserve were to march in the evening for Cambarros, a village some nine miles in the direction of Villafranca. Before they started, Captain O’Hare paraded his company and repeated to them the substance of what Colonel Beckwith had said to the officers. "I’ve heard a deal of grumbling at times," he said. "You don’t want to retreat. No more do I, but our chance’ll come, please the pigs; and then I know who’ll be at the front—not the grumblers and skulkers, but the men who know how to obey. Now, my boys, I trust ye. I don’t want the general to send for me by and by and say: ’O’Hare, ye’ve the most blackguardly company in the whole army.’ We’ll do better than the best, and sure I’ll be proud of ye. And if there should be a man among ye with a deal o’ power over the company—a good soldier let us say, but with a long tongue and a way of speaking that—well, a way of speaking"—the captain studiously kept his eyes from Corporal Wilkes: "if there’s such a man, to him I’d say, with all my solemn seriousness: Ye’ve a deal of persuasion; then use it for the glory o’ the regiment; and bedad, I believe he’d know what I meant." Corporal Wilkes, looking straight in front of him, had turned a brick-red, and was unusually silent as the company marched off. To Sergeant Jones, the little Welshman, toddling along by his side, he remarked presently: "I hope you’ll mind what Peter said, Sergeant. As for me, ’tis a good thing for the glory o’ the regiment that the second battalion’s off another way, for all my good resolutions would be turned into sour milk by the long fiddle-face of Corp’ril MacWhirter." After their sleepless night, and hard work during the day, both officers and men were glad to fling themselves down on rough beds of hay and straw when they reached Cambarros at dusk. But they had hardly settled to rest when some dragoons came riding in with news that the enemy were advancing in force. The order was immediately given to get under arms, and the march was continued through the night.