He took no more interest in it than he would in any other machine, which, when used up, could be cast aside, and be replaced with a new one.
He glanced at the camp, stretching through the darkness.

Much fewer fires were burning than usual, and the men, warned to sleep while they could, had wrapped themselves already in their blankets.

Then he entered the tent of Jackson with the reply to an order that he had taken to a brigadier.
The general stood by a wall of the tent, dictating to an aide who sat at the little table, and who wrote by the light of a small oil lamp.
Harry saluted and gave him the reply.

Jackson read it.

As he read Harry staggered but recovered himself quickly.