The cessation of the snow and the brilliant moonlight enabled them to see far into the plain below, where the hospital camp lay.

John, looking in the same direction, saw little wisps of smoke rising above the blur of the camp, but the distance was too great for him to detect anything else.
The low note of the trumpet called to the young troops, and they turned back into the town.

John rose from his covert, brushed the snow from his clothing, beat his chest with his fists, and increased the circulation which would warm his body anew.

Then he stood against the wall listening.

He had no doubt that the Germans would go away presently--there was nothing to keep them in Chastel--and he made a sudden shift in his plans.