Warner had spoken the truth.

White flags waved from the walls and earthworks.
"So they're going to surrender!" said Dick.

"What a triumph!" "They haven't surrendered yet," said Colonel Winchester, who stood near.
"Those white flags merely indicate a desire to talk it over with us, but such a desire is nearly always a sure indication of yielding, and our lads take it so.

Hark to their cheering." The whole Union army was on its feet now, joyously welcoming the sight of the white flags.

They threw fresh fuel on their fires which blazed along a circling rim of miles, and ate a breakfast sweetened with the savor of triumph.
"Take this big tin cup of coffee, Dick," said Warner.