His eyes were always on the track ahead, and he, too, was exultant.

He had brought the regiment through, and while it was on the train his responsibility was not inferior to that of Colonel Newcomb.
When Dick awoke, bright light was pouring in at the car windows, but the car was cold and his body was stiff and sore.

His military overcoat had been thrown over him in the night and Warner had been covered in the same way.

They did not know that Sergeant Whitley had done that thoughtful act.
Dick stretched himself and drew deep breaths.

Warm youth soon sent the blood flowing in a full tide through his veins, and the stiffness and soreness departed.