They were so well balanced in strength and courage that they might destroy one another, but no one could march away from the field victorious.

Perhaps, too, it was a feeling that the God of Battles had already issued his decree in regard to this war, and that as many lives as possible should now be spared.

But whatever it was, the finger fell away from the trigger, the saber was returned to the scabbard, and they sat on their horses, staring at one another.
Dick took his glasses from his shoulder and began to scan the hostile line.

His heart leaped when he beheld Harry in the saddle, apparently unharmed, and near him three youths, one with a red bandage about his shoulder.

Then he saw the two colonels, both erect men with long, gray hair, on their horses near the center of the line, and talking together.