He was not sanguine that the whole Union army would come up, and even if it came, and if victory should be won it would be dark and bloody.

He knew how the Southerners fought, and here more so than anywhere else, it would be brother against brother.
This state was divided more than any other, and, however the battle went, kindred would meet kindred.

Colonel Kenton, Dick's uncle, a man whom he liked and admired, was undoubtedly across those ridges, and they might meet face to face in the coming battle.
It was far into the morning now and the colonel did not sleep again.

He saw the messengers leaving the tent of General McCook, and he knew that the commander of the division was active.

Just what success he would have would remain for the morrow to say.