Something was happening.
Something had happened, but nobody knew what.

Warner and Pennington felt the same quiver and thrill, because they looked at him as if in inquiry.
Colonel Winchester showed it, too.

He said nothing, but gazed uneasily toward the Northern horizon.

Dick found himself looking that way also.
Along the Rappahannock there was but little firing now, and he began to forget the river which had loomed so large in the affairs of the armies.
Perhaps the importance of the Rappahannock had passed.
It was said that Pope himself with his staff had ridden away toward Washington, but Dick did not know.

Far off toward the capital he saw dust clouds, but he concluded that they must be made by marching reinforcements.
The long hot hours dragged and then came a messenger.