They lay all that day and all that night along the banks of Bull Run, and a hundred conflicting reports ran up and down their ranks.

The Northern army would retreat, it would attack within a few hours; the Southern army would retreat, it would hold its present position; both sides would receive reinforcements, neither would receive any fresh troops.

Every statement was immediately denied.
"I refuse to believe anything until it happens," said Harry, when night came.

"I'm getting hardened to this sort of thing, and as soon as my time off duty comes I'm going to sleep." Sleep he did in the shot-torn woods, and it was the heavy sleep of exhaustion.

Nerves did not trouble him, as he slept without dreams and rose to another windless, burning day.