John shuddered.
He had not gone to the tent at once as he intended.

His nerves were yet leaping and he knew now that they must become quiet before he could sleep.

Men were moving about him, carrying the wounded or helping with the camp, but they were only misty forms in the white gloom.

Looking again toward the east he saw a silver bar appear just below the horizon.
He knew it was the bright vanguard that heralded the coming sun, and his imaginative, susceptible mind beheld in it once more an omen.

It beckoned him toward the east, and hope rose strong in his heart.
"Wharton," he said, "I suppose we'll stay awhile in Chastel." "So I hear.