They ought not to be hiding behind a river.

Lee and Jackson did not do it.
Dick remembered that grim commander in the West, the silent Grant, and he did not believe he would be retreating.
Long after darkness came the firing continued between skirmishers across the stream, but finally it, too, waned and Dick was permitted to throw himself upon the ground and sleep with the sleeping thousands.

Warner and Pennington slept near him and not far away was the brave sergeant.
Even he was overpowered by fatigue and he slept like one dead, never stirring.
Dick was awakened next morning by the booming of cannon.

He had become so much used to such sounds that he would have slept on had not the crashes been so irregular.

He stood up, rubbed his eyes and then looked in the direction whence came the cannonade.