Each "find" was proclaimed by the discoverer, and he was immediately surrounded by a group to earnestly inspect and discuss it.

It was still the first year of the war; the next year "trophies" were left to rot unnoticed on the battle-fields they covered.
Harry took no interest in relic-hunting, but walked onward toward another prominence that gave hopes of a good view of the Rebels.

The glimpses he gained from this of the surging mass of fugitives inflamed him with the excitement of the chase--of the most exciting of chases, a man-hunt.

He forgot his fears--forgot how far behind he was leaving all the others, and became eager only to see more of this fascinating sight.
Before he was aware of it, he was three or four miles from the Gap.
Here a point ran boldly down from the mountain into the valley, and ended in a bare knob that overlooked the narrow creek bottom, along which the beaten host was forging its way.

Harry unhesitatingly descended to this, and stood gazing at the swarming horde below.