The night's cold.

That's a sharp and searching wind, and the sight of flames makes one feel warm even if they are far away." It would not be long until day now, and the axes ceased to ring in the forest.

A long and formidable line of abattis had been made, but the men were compelled to seek some rest.

Despite the cold they suffered from a burning thirst, and they could reach no water, not even the red stream of the Chickamauga.

Dick suffered like the rest, but he was philosophical.
"I fancy that after sunrise we won't have time to think about water," he said.
But Dick was not destined to sleep.