He waved a hand and the colonel waved back.

Then they disappeared around a curve of the hills, and the first light of dawn began to drift over the Kentucky.
Harry was silent for a long time.

He was becoming used to sudden and hard traveling and danger, but the second parting with his father moved him deeply.

Since he had been twelve or thirteen years of age, they had been not only father and son, but comrades, and, in the intimate association, he had acquired more of a man's mind than was usual in one of his years.

He felt now, since he was going to the east and the colonel was remaining in the west, that the parting was likely to be long--perhaps forever.
It was no morbid feeling.