Small clusters of trees were scattered here and there, and beyond them was a field of young corn.
The two paused in one of the little groves about a hundred yards from their own outposts and looked back.

They saw only the dark line of the trees, and behind them, wavering lights which they knew were the campfires of their own army.

But the lights at the distance were very small, mere pin points.
"They look more like lanterns carried by 'coon and 'possum hunters than the campfires of an army," said Harry.
"Yes, you'd hardly think they mark the presence of twenty or thirty thousand men," said St.Clair.

"Here we are at the cornfield.

The plants are not high, but they throw enough shadow to hide us." They climbed a rail fence, and advanced down the corn rows.