I was serious almost to that old gripping in the throat. But he laughed and pressed my hand. "To-morrow, Jack, to-morrow! You are tired now; I want you to sleep. You have earned your reward this day, my boy, and it shall be yours to-morrow, a promotion that you will love." I followed him to his own tent door. A black horse stood haltered near by, saddled as he had been for two days and nights. I took the General’s whistle, the one I had used to train Satan to my call in the old days, and which on the firing line the General himself used in calls for his aides and orderlies. I blew softly the three blasts I had taught him to know in the forest. He had not seen me for months. He did not know I was there; but his head went up quickly with the old devil fire in his eyes. The next minute he had thrown his great weight back on the halter, snapping it. His head was on my shoulder, and he was whinnying. The General laughed. "It beats the world, Jack, that horse’s love for you. Take him to your own tent to-night, he’ll rage like a hyena around here all night, now that he knows you are here." It was true. But tethered at my own camp he was quiet. The confusion had been so great and my men were so scattered that when I came back I ordered Moriarty to call the roll before taps. He came back quickly with word that Ross and Billings of our company were absent. I was surprised. Investigation among the men, tired and half asleep, showed that they had not stopped when we took the last fort, but had been swept on with a squad of the Regulars after the flying Filipinos, carried away with the excitement of it. I went quickly to the bivouac of the Regulars. They remembered the two men, but thought they had returned, as they went off toward the right of the little village Colena, two miles in our front and through which the enemy had fled. "If they aren’t here now," said an old sergeant, "no use to look for ’em again; when we come back through that village, there wasn’t a sound, not a kid, nor a chicken, nor a coon, nor a dog; and when you don’t hear nothin’ in a Filipino village, when you go through, look out for hell when you come back." I looked at my watch. It had been full three hours since the Regulars had returned. "I am going after them," I said, turning to go.