They will, of course, wait for a preconcerted signal, and then their whole army will attack at once.

But the woods and ravines are filled with their skirmishers, trying to clear the way.

I can see them in hundreds and hundreds, and their rifles make sheets of flame.

All the time the cannon are firing over their heads.

Heavens, what a bombardment! I've never before listened to its like!" "What are our troops doing, father ?" asked Miss Woodville.
"Very little yet, and they should do little.