Although the night was warm he began to shiver, as if he were seized with a chill.
"Lie down, Dick," said Colonel Winchester, who noticed him.

"I don't think you can stand it any longer.

Here, under this tree will do." Dick threw himself down and Colonel Winchester, finding a blanket, spread it over him.

Then the boy closed his eyes, and, for a while, phase after phase of the terrible conflict passed before him.

He could see the white wall of the Dunkard church, the Bloody Lane, and most ghastly of all, those dead men in rows lying on their arms, like regiments asleep, but his nerves grew quiet at last, and after midnight he slept.
Dawn came and found the two armies ready.