They understood in an instant what it was all about as they heard innumerable voices crying, "Rabbit! Rabbit!" Rabbits were numerous in the underbrush and they made good stew.
The soldiers often surrounded them and caught them with their bare hands, but they dared not shoot at them, as, owing to the number of pursuers, somebody would certainly have been hurt.
Harry and his comrades instantly joined in the chase, which led into the deep woods.

The rabbit, frightened into unusual speed by the shouts, darted into the thick brush and escaped them all.
"Poor little rascal," said Harry, "I'm glad he got away after all.
What good would one rabbit be to an army corps of twenty-five thousand men ?" As they were returning to their place on the creek bank an orderly came for Harry, and he was summoned to the tent of Jackson.

It was a large tent spread in the shade of an old oak, and Harry found that Captain Sherburne had already preceded him there.

All signs of splendor were hidden completely.

Jackson once more wore with ease his dingy old gray clothes, but the skin of his brow was drawn into a tiny knot in the center, as if he were concentrating thought with his utmost power.
"Sit down, Mr.Kenton," he said kindly.