We're sure of that.

But when?
That's the question." The question remained without an answer.

Early the next morning they were on the march again under lowering skies.

The heavens from horizon to horizon were a sodden gray and began to drip rain.

Harry was sent again to the rear-guard, where Ashby's cavalry hung like a curtain, backed by the Invincibles and one or two other skeleton regiments.
Harry joined Sherburne and now the drip of the rain became a steady beat.