The general thinks so, too.

It seems that Bragg has moved his forces in the night, and that the portion of the enemy in front of us is some distance off." Dick soon confided this news to Warner and Pennington, who looked discontented.
"If we've got to fight, I'd rather do it now and get it over," said Pennington.

"If I'm going to be killed the difference between morning and afternoon won't matter, but if I'm not going to be killed it'll be worth a lot to get this weight off my mind." "And if we're far away from the enemy it's easy enough for us to go up close to him," said Warner.

"I take it that we're not here to keep out of his way, and, if our brethren are pounding now, oughtn't we to go in and help them pound?
Remember how we divided our strength at Antietam." Dick shrugged his shoulders.

His feelings were too bitter for him to make a reply save to say: "I don't know anything about it." Meanwhile the distant combat roared and deepened.