The British retreated in two columns, one, under General Baird, by the northern road to Valencia, the other, under General Hope, by Mayorga towards Benavente. General Paget’s reserve division, including the two light brigades under Generals Anstruther and Disney, and five cavalry regiments, remained for twenty-four hours behind the main body. It was on Christmas-day that Jack’s regiment received orders to march. The men were formed up in readiness for starting. Every face was gloomy, every heart bitter with rage. It was only vaguely known in the ranks why the advance had been so suddenly countermanded, and the general opinion was that it was due to the cowardice and incompetence of the Spaniards. The officers remarked this spirit of sullen discontent, and Captain O’Hare determined to make a personal appeal. Calling his company to attention, he stood in pouring rain and addressed them. "Now, my boys," he said cheerily, "we must put a good face on it. The froggies are too many for us now, and the general don’t want every mother’s son of you to be clapped into a French prison. We’re off to Astorga, and bedad, if Marshal Soult comes within reach of our heels, we’ll give him a good parting kick before Boney arrives. But remember, we form part of the rear-guard; ’tis the post of honour because ’tis the place of danger. If there is to be any fighting, ’twill fall to us, and every man Jack of you must keep himself as fit as a fiddle, or he won’t be able to do what’s wanted. I trust to you, my boys; and sure we’ll show that every Englishman, whether Scotch or Irish, is worth ten Frenchmen yet. Shoulder arms! Left turn! Quick march!" "All very well," grumbled Charley Bates, as he swung along beside Corporal Wilkes; "there’s to be fighting at Astorga, he says. The general means to march us to death first, and expects us to fight after!" "You shut up, Bates," said the corporal sullenly. He was just as much irritated as his friends, but, being disputatious by nature, he was ready to contradict anyone. "I’ve fought under Johnny Moore before, and he ain’t one to run for nothing. And you and me, Charley Bates, has got to show a good example to them young orficers—Mr. Lumsden an’ the rest,—didn’t you hear Peter say so? So step out, my boy, and don’t argue." "Hear that, Pommy?" said Jack, who was nearer the corporal than that worthy believed. "I heard it," growled Pomeroy, "and I hope you’ll profit by Wilkes’s example."