Dick looked up into the starshine.

He was still rejoicing in the victory, not because the other side had lost, but because, in his opinion, it brought peace much nearer.

He realized as he lay there gazing into the skies that the South could never win as long as the North held fast.

And the North was holding fast.

The stars as they winked at him seemed to say so.
He propped himself upon his elbow and said: "George, does your little algebra tell you anything about the meaning of this victory ?" Warner tapped his breast.
"That noble book is here in the inside pocket of my tunic," he replied.
"It's not necessary for me to take it out, but tucked away on the 118th page is a neat little problem which just fits this case.