We left the cheerful fire; the innkeeper refused any money; my brother sang out, ’José! José!’; the little groom with the red sash brought our horses round, and, with the ’Gnome’ and three or four other officers, we were just going to mount when a dozen little _machetos_ came up, leading some men. As they got into the light I saw that these were regular troops, and had yellow and green rosettes on their hats, tall, gaunt, hungry-looking chaps they were, and very much relieved when they saw my brother. He spoke to them and the excited little chaps guarding them, and then off we started. ’Deserters,’ he told me. ’They all have the same tale; not enough food.’ Although ’deserter’ has a horrid sound to it, I felt sorry for them, they looked so miserable, and meeting them seemed to make Zorilla’s army, of which I had heard so much, much more real. I watched them being taken away to San Fernando, till they were lost in the darkness. A full moon had risen whilst we were having our meal, and where the trees did not meet across the road there were patches of very comforting light. However, the moonlight on the road made the forest on either side of us look blacker and more forbidding than ever, and when two of the officers turned into it, by a path their horses seemed to know, I felt jolly glad I wasn’t going with them. ’We had a bit of a scrap this afternoon, Billums,’ Gerald told me, ’and lost a few people. Old Zorilla fought his way along to another clearing, but we captured some more of his cavalry, and he’s left a field-gun behind him. The horses and rifles will be very useful to us.’ ’How far off is he now?’ I asked excitedly. ’About eight miles: Zorilla has halted for the night and our people are all round him again. He can’t move till daylight. He has only advanced four miles since yesterday; his men are so played out, and his horses too. I can’t understand him. It seems absolute folly to do what he is trying to do, especially as his chaps are deserting.’ My supper had made me rather sleepy, but presently, a long way in front of us, I heard the report of a rifle, and sat up so quickly that I bumped my back against that wretched saddle. ’That was a rifle! That’s the first I’ve heard fired in war,’ I cried out, and I felt fearfully excited, wondering where the bullet had gone. You bet that my ears were tingling to hear more, but none came for some time, only the crackling and rustling of dead branches snapping in the darkness on either side of us. Then three or four went off, still a long way ahead, and as each one cracked I could not help thinking: ’I wonder what that hit.’ Without meaning to do so, I dug my heels into Jim’s ribs and made him go faster, but my brother sang out, ’No hurry, Billums,’ and I pulled him back. I believe the little stallion was getting as excited as I was.