He felt no wound, but every bone ached from weariness, and his throat and mouth seemed to burn with smoke and dust.
Pennington did not see either Dick or Warner, but as soon as he got a little strength into his limbs he would look for them.

No doubt they were safe.

A special providence always watched over those fellows.

It was true that Warner had been wounded at the Second Manassas, but a hidden power had guided Dick to him, and he got well so fast that he was able to fight soon afterward at Antietam.
Pennington lay still, and he heard all around him the deep breathing of men who, like himself, were so worn that they could scarcely move.

The field in front of him darkened greatly, but he saw lights moving there, and he knew that they belonged to little parties from either army looking for the wounded.