Dick did not hear the sound of a single shot.
Warner and Pennington, recovered from their stupor, stood beside him gazing southward toward the rocks and ridges, where the Confederate army lay.
"I'm thinking," said Warner, "that they're just as much exhausted as we are.

We're waiting for an attack, and they're waiting for the same.

The odds are at least ninety per cent in favor of my theory.

Their losses are something awful, and I don't think they can do anything against us.
Look how our batteries are massed for them." Dick was watching through his glasses, and even with their aid he could see no movement within the Southern lines.

Hours passed and still neither army stirred.