By the advice of Hapgood, Tom went to a brook, and washed his aching feet in cold water.

The veteran campaigner gave him other useful hints, which were of great service to him.

That night he had as good reason to bless the memory of the man who invented sleep as ever Sancho Panza had, and every hour was fully improved.
At six o'clock, the next morning, the regiment marched again.

Tom's legs were stiff, but he felt so much better than on the preceding day, that he began to think that he could stand any thing.

In the early part of the afternoon his ears were saluted by a new sound--one which enabled him more fully than before to realize the nature of the mission upon which he had been sent.