Frightful words! Sabre caught them from a young woman spoken to a very old woman whose arm she held a few paces from where he stood. Frightful words! He caught his breath, and, more dreadfully upon his emotions, as the head of the column came into sight, the band, taking them to the station, burst into the Pinks' familiar quickstep. The Camp Town races are five miles long, Doo-da! Doo-da! The Camp Town races are five miles long, Doo-da! Doo-da! Day! Gwine to run all night. Gwine to run all day. I bet my money on the bob-tail nag, Somebody bet on the bay! He never in his life had experienced anything so utterly frightful or imagined that anything could be so utterly frightful. His throat felt bursting. His eyes were filled. They were swinging past him, file by file. _Doo-da! Doo-da! Day!_ He scarcely could see them. They were marching at ease, their rifles slung. They seemed to be appallingly laden with stupendous packs and multitudinous equipment. A tin mug and God knows what else beside swung and rattled about their thighs. The women with them were running to keep up, and dragging children, and stretching hands into the ranks, and crying--all crying. ...Doo-da! Doo-da! The Camp Town races are five miles long, Doo-da! Doo-da! Day! He thought, "Damn that infernal music." He wiped his eyes. This was impossible to bear ... _Doo-da! Doo-da!_ A most frightful thing happened. A boy broke out of the ranks and came running, all rattling and jingling with swinging accoutrements, to the old woman beside Sabre, put his arms around her and cried in a most frightful voice, "Mother! Mother!" And a sergeant, also rattling and clanking, dashed up and bawled with astounding ferocity, "Get back into the bloody ranks!" And the boy ran on, rattling. And the old woman collapsed prone upon the pavement. And the sergeant, as though his amazing ferocity had been the buttress of some other emotions, bent over the old woman and patted her, rattling, and said, "That's all right, Mother. That's all right. I'll look after him. I'll bring him back. That's all right, Mother." And ran on, jingling. _Doo-da! Doo-da! Day!_ III