I suppose that whatever is going to happen will happen in its own good time.

You feel like a man again, don't you Dick?
And you can have the consolation of knowing that nothing has happened all day long when you slept." Dick finished his dressing, rejoined his regiment and ate supper with the other officers around a fine camp fire.

He found that he had a good appetite, and as he ate strength flowed rapidly back into his veins.

He gathered from the talk of the older officers that they were still hoping for a junction with McClellan before Lee and Jackson could attack.

They expected at the very least to have one hundred and fifty thousand men in line, most of them veterans.
But Dick saw Shepard again that evening.