"Well," exclaimed the boy admiringly, "you certainly know your
business!"

Another of the Rough Riders was brought to the dressing station with
a shattered ankle, and Church, after bandaging it, gave him his
choice of riding down to Siboney on a mule, or of being carried, a
day later, on a litter.

"If you think you can manage to ride the mule with that broken foot,"
he said, "you can start at once, but if you wait until to-morrow,
when I can spare the men, you can be carried all the way."

The cowboy preferred to start at once, so six hospital stewards
lifted him and dropped him on the mule, and into a huge Mexican
saddle.

He stuck his wounded ankle into one stirrup, and his untouched one
into the other, and gathered up the reins.

"Does it pain you? Can you stand it?" Church asked anxiously. The
cowboy turned and smiled down upon him with amused disdain.

"Stand THIS?" he cried. "Why, this is just like getting money from
home."

Toward the last, the firing from the enemy sounded less near, and the
bullets passed much higher. Roosevelt, who had picked up a carbine
and was firing to give the direction to the others, determined upon a
charge. Wood, at the other end of the line, decided at the same time
upon the same manoeuvre. It was called "Wood's bluff" afterward, for