When she awoke the next morning the wagon was still on the pike, but in the center of the army, which filled all the open space round-about.
Everywhere were evidences of the terrible work of the day before, and of preparations for renewing it.

The soldiers, utterly exhausted by the previous days' frightful strain, lay around on the naked ground, sleeping, or in a half-waking torpor.
An officer rode up to the wagon.

"There seems to be some flour on this wagon," said the voice of Dr.Denslow.

"Well, that may stay the boys' stomachs until we can get something better.

Go on a little ways, driver." "O, Doctor Denslow," called out Rachel, as the wagon stopped again, "what is the news ?" "You here again ?" said the Doctor, recognizing the voice: "well that is good news.