No one could look upon the fields of Shiloh, and Manassas and Antietam and say that any braver men ever lived.
He drew his chair into the middle of the room and sat and looked at them a long time.

His steady gazing and his own imaginative brain, keyed to the point of excitement, brought back into the portraits that singular quality of intense life.

Had they moved he would not have been surprised, and the eyes certainly looked down at him in full and ample recognition.
What did they say?
He gazed straight into the eyes of one and then straight into the eyes of the other, and over and over again.

But the expression there was Delphic.

He must choose for himself, as they had chosen for themselves, and remembering that he was lingering, when he should not linger, he closed and fastened the window, slipped out at the kitchen window and returned to his horse.
He remounted in the road and rode a few paces nearer to Pendleton, which still lay silent in the white moonlight.