Rifle in one hand and sword in another, you cry "Forward Ho!" and no one listens to you because you're obviously just another soldier; the man giving the orders is on a horse, and he just shouted Forward Ho, Boys in that hearty voice that inspires such martial confidence, or would, if he hadn't been shot in the throat with an arrow immediately after, and fallen off his horse, clutching his neck and wearing an expression that was only about confusion and surprise, not pain, anger, or fear.