The troop had heard the shots and was on the way to rescue, if rescue were needed.
Captain Sherburne explained briefly and they continued the descent, leading their horses all the way, and breathing deep relief, when they stood at last in the plain.
"I'll remember that climb," said Langdon to Harry as he sprang into the saddle, "and I won't do it again when there's snow up there, unless General Jackson himself forces me up with the point of a bayonet." "The view was fine." "So it was, but the shooting was bad.

Not a Yank, not a Reb fell, and I'm not unhappy over it.

A curious thing has happened to me, Harry.
While I'm ready to fight the Yankee at the drop of the hat I don't seem to hate 'em as much as I did when the war began." "Same here.

The war ought not to have happened, but we're in it, and to my way of thinking we're going to be in it mighty deep and long." Langdon was silent for a little while, but nothing could depress him long.

He was soon chattering away as merrily as ever while the troop rode back to General Jackson.