Beyond that turfy sigh no sound from the marching men came to him.
The Union troop halted about two o'clock in the afternoon, and the men ate cold food from the knapsacks.

They also rested a full hour, and Harry, watching from a distance, felt sure that their lack of hurry indicated a night attack of some kind.

They had altered their course slightly, twice, and when they started anew they did so a third time.
Now their purpose occurred suddenly to Harry.

It came in a flash of intuition, and he did not again doubt it for a moment.

The head of the column was pointed straight toward a tiny village in which food and ammunition for Stonewall Jackson were stored.