He could not mistake the figure, and a turning of the head caused him to catch a faint glimpse of the face.

Then he knew beyond all shadow of doubt.

It was Harry and he surmised that the other two were his comrades, St.Clair and Langdon, whom he had met when they were burying the dead.
Dick was so sodden and cold and wretched that he was tempted to call out to them--the sight of Harry was like a light in the darkness--but the temptation was gone in an instant.

His way lay in another direction.
What they wished he did not wish, and while they fought for the triumph of the South it was his business to endure and struggle on that he might do his own little part for the Union.
But despite the storm and his sufferings, he drew courage from nature itself.

While a portion of the Southern army was across it must be a minor portion, and certainly the major part could not span such a flood and attack.