It was obvious that a great battle was going on, but the division lay quiet obeying its orders.

The sun rose higher in the cold, steely blue heavens and then Dick, who was watching a forest opposite them, uttered a loud cry.

He had seen many bayonets flashing among the leafless trees.
The cry was taken up by others who saw also, and suddenly a long Southern line, less than half a mile away, emerged into the open and advanced upon them in silence, but with resolution, a bristling and terrific front of steel.

After all their watching and waiting the Northern division had been surprised.

Many of the officers and soldiers, too, were in tents that had been set against the cold and damp.