He lay down for a while, and he saw hundreds of others around him lying motionless as if dead.

Warner and Pennington were among them, but he could not close his own eyes.

His brain was still hot and excited, and to calm himself if possible he walked along the slope until he saw a faint light in the valley behind it.

A tall figure, which he recognized as that of Colonel Winchester, was going toward the light.
Dick, being on such good terms with his colonel, would have followed him, but when he came to the edge of the glade he drew back.

General Thomas was sitting on the huge, upthrust root of an oak, and he was writing dispatches by the light of a flickering candle held by an aide.
Officers of high rank, one of whom Dick recognized as the young general, Garfield, stood around him.