"I tell yer yer're wrong," moaned the hotel-keeper. "Any one can see he's a ginral, an' 't is he gives all the orders fer victuals an' grog." Charles laughed as he descended from the barrel and the cart. "'T is ever the worst wheel in the cart which makes the most noise," he said, and walked away. Two hours later the Invincibles were bunched upon the green. As the diners issued from the inn, Bagby gave an order. With some slight confusion the company fell in, and two more orders brought their guns to "present arms." "Bravo!" exclaimed Lee. "Here are some yokels who for once don't hold their guns as if they were hoes." Joe, fairly swelling with the pride of the moment, came strutting forward. When he was within ten feet of the officers he took off his hat and bowed very low. "The Invincibles is ready to be put through their paces, your honour," he announced. "Damme!" sneered Lee, below his breath. "Here 's a mohair in command who does n't so much as know the salute." The tall officer, despite his six feet and three inches of height, swung himself lightly into the saddle without using a stirrup, and rode forward. "Proceed with the review, sir," he said to Joe. "Yes, sir--that is, I mean--your honour," replied Joe; and, turning, he roared out, "Get ready to go on, fellows. Attention! Dress Instant disorder was visible in the ranks, some doing one thing, and some another, while a man stepped forward three or four steps and shouted: "Yer fergot ter git the muskets back ter the first persition, Joe." "Get into line, durn you!" shouted Joe; "an' I'll have something to say to you later, Zerubbabel Buntling." "O Lord!" muttered Lee to the other officers, most of whom were laughing. "And they expect us to beat regulars with such!" "Attention!" once more called Joe. "To the right face-- no--I mean, shoulder firelocks first off. Now to the left face." But by this time he was so confused that his voice sank as he spoke the last words, and so some faced right and some left; while altercations at once arose in the ranks that broke the alignment into a number of disputing groups and set the captain to swearing. "Come," shouted one soldier, "cut it, Joe, an' let Charles take yer place. Yer only mixes us up." The suggestion was greeted by numerous, if various, assenting opinions from the ranks, and without so much as waiting to hear Bagby's reply, Charles sprang forward. Giving the salute to the mounted officers, he wheeled about, and, with two orders, had the lines in formation, after which the manoeuvres were gone through quickly and comparatively smoothly.