I think I've said Colonel Maine was a little, easy-going, pudgy man,
with a red face; but just then, as he stood holding Captain Dyer's hand,
a change seemed to come over him; he dropped the hand he had held,
tightened his sword-belt, and then took a step forward, to stand
thoughtful, with despatches in his left hand. It was then that I saw in
a moment that I had wronged him, and I felt as if I could have gone down
on the ground for him to have walked over me, for whatever he might have
been in peace, easy-going, careless, and fond of idleness and
good-living--come time for action, there he was with the true British
officer flashing out of his face, his lips pinched, his eyes shining,
and a stern look upon his countenance that I had never seen before.
"Now then!" I says in a whisper to Measles. I didn't say anything
else, for he knew what I meant. "Now then--now then!"
"Well," says Measles, then in a whisper, "I s'pose women and children
will bring the soft out of a man at a time like this; but, cuss him!
what did he mean by humbugging us like that!"
I should think Colonel Maine stood alone thoughtful and still in that
courtyard, with the sun beating down upon his muslin-covered forage-cap,
while you could slowly, and like a pendulum-beat, count thirty. It was
a tremendously hot morning, with the sky a bright clear blue, and the
shadows of a deep purply black cast down and cut as sharp as sharp. It
was so still, too, that you could hear the whirring, whizzy noise of the
cricket things, and now and then the champ, champ of the horse rattling
his bit as he stood outside the gateway. It was a strange silence, that
seemed to make itself felt; and then the colonel woke into life, stuck
those despatches into his sword-belt, gave an order here, an order
there, and the next minute--Tantaran--tantaran, _Tantaran--tantaran_,
Tantaran-tantaran, _Tantaran-tay_--the bugle was ringing out the
assemblee, men were hurrying here and there, there was the trampling of
feet, the courtyard was full of busy figures, shadows were passing
backwards and forwards, and the news was abroad that our regiment was to
form a flying column with another, and that we were off directly.
Ay, but it was exciting, that getting ready, and the time went like
magic before we formed a hollow square, and the colonel said a few words
to us, mounted as he was now, his voice firm as firm, except once, when
I saw him glance at an upper window, and then it trembled, but only for
an instant. His words were not many; and to this day, when I think of
the scene under that hot blue sky, they come ringing back; for it did
not seem to us that our old colonel was speaking, but a new man of a
different mettle, though it was only that the right stuff had been
sleeping in his breast, ready to be wakened by the bugle.
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