They ate a hasty breakfast and waited.

But the scouts were all out, and presently Harry and Dalton were sent toward the Shenandoah.

Finding nothing there, they crossed over the bridge and came to Ewell's division, where they had plenty of acquaintances.
The sun was now high, and while they were talking with their friends, they heard the faint report of rifle shots far in their front.

Presently the scouts came running back, and said that the enemy was only two miles away and was advancing to the attack.
Ewell took off his hat and his bald head glistened in the sun's rays.
But, like Jackson, he was always cool, and he calmly moved his troops into position along a low ridge, with heavy woods on either flank.

Harry knew the ground, alas, too well.