"Forward, March" - A Tale of the Spanish-American War by Kirk Munroe
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"Very well, sir," he answered, turning as if to obey the order. Then
he added, "May I look after my horse first?" "I suppose so," replied the officer. "Only be quick about it, for the cook is badly in need of some one to help him." So, without making a further attempt to recover his personal belongings, Ridge hastened to the picket-line, where SeƱorita manifested most extravagant joy at again seeing her young master. "Is that your horse?" inquired the non-commissioned officer in charge of the stable guard. Upon Ridge acknowledging that the mare was his, the other continued; "Well, I'm mighty glad you've come to look after her, for she has nearly killed two men already, and we were just wondering whether we should kill her or turn her loose. Now you'd better take her to water." "May I put on a saddle and bridle?" inquired Ridge. "Of course not. Who ever heard of riding a cavalry horse to water any way but bareback?" So the young trooper was obliged to set forth on| his great undertaking without equipment of any kind. In his joy at finding himself once more in possession of his beloved "Rita," this did not trouble him; and untying the mare's halter, he leaped to her back. In an instant they were dashing off at full speed, followed by jeers from all who witnessed the proceeding, and who imagined the mare to be running away |
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