"I promise," said Dick. Then he and Harry gave each other the final
clasp. But with the pride of the young they strove not to show emotion.

"Take care of yourself, Dick, old man!" said Harry. "Don't get in the
way of bullets and shell. Remember they're harder than you are."

"The same to you, Harry. It's not worth while to take any more risks
than necessary."

Then, obeying the call of the trumpets, they mounted and rode to their
own commands. 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. Their feelings were