A light breeze had sprung up, and it was very grateful to Harry, who for hours had breathed the heavy odors of smoke and burned gunpowder.

The smoke itself, which had formed a vast cloud over harbor, forts and city, was now drifting out to sea, leaving all things etched sharply in the dazzling sunlight of a Southern spring day.
"Well, old Wait-and-See, you have waited, and you have seen," said Langdon to Harry.

"That white flag and those boats going out mean that Sumter is ours.

Everything is for the best and we win everywhere and all the time." Harry was silent.

He was watching the boats.