They started their chess game again last night, Colonel Talbot to make the first move with his king, but before he could decide upon any course with that king the orders came for us to get ready for the march.

The chessmen went into the box, and they'll have another chance, probably after we beat Burnside." They went on up the valley, through the scenes of triumphs remembered so well.

All around them were their battlefields of the spring, and there were the massive ridges of the Massanuttons that Jackson had used so skillfully, not clothed in green now, but with the scanty leaves of closing autumn.
Neither Harry nor any of his comrades knew just where they were going.
That secret was locked fast under the old slouch hat of Jackson, and Harry, like all the others, was content to wait.

Old Jack knew where he was going and what he meant to do.

And wherever he was going it was the right place to go to, and whatever he meant to do was just the thing that ought to be done.