He was awakened in the night by a low droning sound.

He did not move on his plank, but lay until his eyes became used partially to the darkness.

Then he saw two other figures also wrapped in their cloaks and stretched on their planks, dusky and motionless.

But the fourth figure was kneeling on his plank and Harry saw that it was Dalton, praying even as Stonewall Jackson had prayed.
Then Harry shut his eyes.

He was not devout himself, but in the darkness of the night, with the rain beating a tattoo on the canvas walls of the tent, he felt very solemn.