But I wish I knew which way it was goin' to jump.

I don't trust Jackson when he seems to be nappin'." But the good sergeant's doubts were to remain for two days at least.

The two armies sat still, only two miles apart, and sentinels, as was common throughout the great war, became friendly with one another.

Often they met in the woods and exchanged news and abundant criticism of generals.
At last there was a truce to bury the dead who still lay upon the sanguinary field of Cedar Run.
Dick was in charge of one of these burial parties, and toward the close of the day he saw a familiar figure, also in command of a burial party, although it was in a gray uniform.

His heart began to thump, and he uttered a cry of joy.