He passed one sentinel, but a few words satisfied him, and he continued to advance.

Far to right and left he still heard the sound of firing and saw the flash of guns, but these facts did not disturb him.

In front of him lay darkness and silence, with the horizon bounded by that saddest of all woods where the heaped dead lay.
Dick looked back toward the Henry Hill, on the slopes of which were the fragments of his own regiment.

Lights were moving there, but they were so dim they showed nothing.

Then he turned his face toward the enemy's position and did not look back again.
The character of the night was changing.