Galt. Two guns of Colonel Duncan's battery issued at a gallop. In the plaza the remaining two cannon were being hauled at top speed to opposite corners to face the streets.
At quick step the Colonel Garland detachment, with the guns trundling at the rear, headed for the Puebla road. And a funny spectacle the detachment made: loose shoes flopping, jackets askew and half buttoned, belts dangling, caps wrong side before, muskets not all put together yet, and many of the men only partly washed and shaved.
The cloud of dust was plain and much nearer. The Mexicans appeared to be swinging around, northward, as if bent upon cutting the road east of Amozoc. They could be seen easily: a great column of lancers—looked to be two or three thousand, all at a trot, their yellow cloaks streaming, their red jackets glimmering, their lance points, muskatoons and trappings flashing.
"Form company! First platoon, right oblique!"
Then—
"Company, right turn—double quick—march!"
The detachment was marching straight for the lancers; down came the lancers, massing for a charge.
"Column—halt!" Adjutant Nichols shouted.
"Form square—right and left into line—quick march—wheel!"
With rumble and thud and cheer the two guns of Flying Battery A dashed to the fore. They were unlimbered and turned in a jiffy. The gunners waved their slow matches, or linstocks, to brighten the spark. The cannon were lined and pointed—an instant more and with a gush and a boom a solid shot
