Then breakfast restored his strength, and he looked curiously about him.
Around him was the Northern army, and before him was the vast battlefield, now occupied by the foe.

He heard sounds of distant rifle shots, indicating that the skirmishers were still restless, but it was no more now than the buzzing of flies.

Pennington, coming back from the hospital, hailed him.
"George has come to," he said.

"Great deed of yours last night, Dick.
Wish I'd done it myself.

They let old George talk just a little, but he's his real old Vermont self again.