It was a great sight to see the two regiments, with the prisoners,
march out of the town at five the next morning. They made a fine
appearance in their well-brushed uniforms and bright equipment. The
townsfolk watched them out of sight, and then most likely cursed them
for a lot of vagabonds, but the soldiers didn't mind their curses.
They were all very happy at the prospect of getting back to Manila
again, and no one was more glad than Archie. He had somewhat recovered
from his wound now, and rode in his old place at the head of the
column, where he was the centre of interest to every one. The men
congratulated him on having proved such an excellent mascot, and he
laughed and talked with them until he was tired.
The outskirts of the city were reached about five in the afternoon,
and as they marched through the streets to headquarters a band of
music preceded them, playing popular and patriotic airs. The sidewalks
were crowded with people, and Archie felt happier than for a long
time, because every one was curious to know who that boy could be
riding at the head of the troops, alongside the colonel. He was known
to most of the other troops in Manila, and received many a cheer from
them as they saw his arm in a sling, and when they finally reached the
general's headquarters, he was honoured with a handshake and the
congratulations of the commander himself.
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