The bitterness of Bull Run was deep and it had lasted long, but here they were the victors.
The speed of the train increased and Dick knew that they were safe from further attack.

They were still running among mountains, clad heavily in forest, but a meeting with a second Southern force was beyond probability.

The first had made a quick raid on information supplied by spies in Washington, but it had failed and the way was now clear.
Ample food was served somewhat late to the whole regiment, the last wounds were bound up, and Dick, having put aside the rifle, fell asleep at last.

His head lay against the window and he slept heavily all through the night.

Warner in the next seat slept in the same way.