Troops were already marching out of Jackson to meet the enemy, but the Winchester regiment would not leave until early the next morning.

They were to spend a second night, or at least a part of it, in Colonel Woodville's house.
It was the same group that ate supper there and the same army cook served them.

They did not go to the bedrooms afterward, but strolled about, belted, expecting to receive the marching call at any moment.
Dick went into the library, where a single candle burned, and while he was there Miss Woodville appeared at the door and beckoned to him.

She had abated her severity of manner so much that he was astonished, but he followed without a word.
She saw that the hall was clear and then she led quickly into her father's room.

Colonel Woodville was propped up against the pillows, and there was color in his face.
"Young man," he said, "come here.