His eyes shifted from Pope to the dark woods, which, with their thick foliage, turned back the moonlight.
"George," he whispered to Warner, "do you think you can see anything among those trees ?" "I can make out dimly one or two figures, which no doubt are our scouts.
Ah-h!" The long "Ah-h!" was drawn by a flash and the report of a rifle.

A second and a third report came, and then the crash of a heavy fire.

The scouts and sentinels came running in, reporting that a great force with batteries, presumably the whole army of Jackson, was at hand.
A deep murmur ran through the Union army, but there was no confusion.
The long hours of fighting had habituated them to danger.

They were also too tired to become excited, and in addition, they were of as stern stuff at night as they had been in the morning.

They were ready to fight again.
Formidable columns of troops appeared through the woods, their bayonets glistening in the moonlight.