Harry felt instinctively that his thoughts were like those of Shepard.

He, too, foresaw a great and terrible war, and, so foreseeing, knew that this was no time to rejoice and glorify.
Harry, held by the strong spell of time and place, watched him a full half hour.

It was certain now that Jefferson Davis was thinking, not looking at anything, because his head never moved, and his eyes were always turned in the same direction--Harry noticed at last that the direction was the North.
The new President stepped back, closed the window and no light came from his room.

Harry hurried to the camp, where, as he had surmised, he found St.Clair and Langdon.

He gave some excuse for his delay, and telling nothing of Shepard, wrapped himself in his blankets.