There was something strange in this brief half hour of friendship, when they buried the dead together.

Blue and gray formed again in long lines facing one another, but midway between was another long line of fresh earth, and it rose up suddenly, an impassable barrier to a charge by either force.
"We can't beat them and they can't beat us.

That's been proved," said Colonel Hertford to Colonel Winchester and Colonel Bedford.
"So it has," said Colonel Winchester, "and I'd like to march from here.
I don't care for any more fighting on this spot." "Nor I.

Hark, they've decided it for us!" The Southern trumpet sounded another call, and the line of men in gray, turning away, began to march into the southwest.

Colonel Hertford promptly gave an order, the Union trumpet sounded also, and the men in blue, curving also, rode toward the northwest.
Dick and his comrades were silent a long time.