"Their guns don't answer ours often and it means that they're out of ammunition, or almost.
Besides, you can stand shells and bullets easier than lack of food.
'Pears to me I can nearly feel 'em crumpling up before us." Trumpets blew the next morning.

All the firing ceased suddenly and the three lads saw a Southern general with several officers of lower rank, riding forward under a white flag.

It was Bowen, who came out to meet Grant.
Dick drew a deep, long breath.

He knew that this was the end.

So did his comrades.