The sun already rode high and there was a great stir and movement, as the brigade was forming for its continued retreat on the capital.

The boy's body was at first stiff and sore, but the elasticity of youth returned fast, and after a brief breakfast he was fully restored.
Another hot day had dawned, but Dick reflected grimly that however hot it might be it could not be as hot as the day before had been.

Scouts in the night had brought back reports that the Southern troops were on the northern side of Bull Run, but not in great force, and a second battle was no longer feared.

The flight could be continued without interruption over the hot Virginia fields.
Much of Dick's depression returned as they advanced under the blazing sun, but Whitley, who seemed insensible to either fatigue or gloom, soon cheered him up again.
"They talk about the Southerners comin' on an' takin' Washington," he said, "but don't you believe it.

They haven't got the forces, an' while they won the victory I guess they're about as tired as we are.