His gaze was half affection, half protection, but it was not the boy alone whom he saw.

He saw also his fair-haired young mother in that little town on the other side of the mountains.
While Dick still slept, the minds of men were at work.

Pope's army, hitherto separated, was now called together by a battle.

Troops from every direction were pouring upon the common center.

The little army which had fought so gallantly the day before now amounted to only one-fourth of the whole.