Nay, Dick, I see in it the hand of Providence.

You're to be saved from what will happen to your army tomorrow." "I'd rather not be saved in this manner." "I know it, but it is perhaps the only way.

As sure as the stars are in Heaven your army will be destroyed in the morning, an' you'd be destroyed with it.

I'm fond of you, Dick, and so I'd rather you'd be in our rear, a prisoner, while this is happening." "General Grant is a hard man to crush." "Dick! Dick, lad, you don't know what you're talking about! Look at the thing as it stands! We know everything that you're doing.

Our spies look into the very heart of your camp.