More flags of truce were hoisted, and the officers in blue or gray rode forward to meet one another, and to talk together as men who bore no hate in their hearts for gallant enemies.
The troopers rapidly dug shallow graves with their bayonets in the soft soil, and the dead were laid away.

The feeling of friendship and also of curiosity among these stern fighters grew.

They were anxious to see and talk a little with men who had fought one another so hard more than three years.

Nearly all of them had lost blood at one time or another, and the venom of hate had gone out with it.
Dick found Harry dismounted and standing with a group of officers, among whom were St.Clair and Langdon.

The two cousins shook hands with the greatest warmth.
"Well, Dick," said Harry, "we didn't think to meet again in this way, did we ?" "No, but both of us at least have come out of it alive, and unwounded.
I'm sorry to see that your friend there is hurt." "It's nothing," said Langdon, whose left arm was in a hasty bandage.
"A scratch only.