When he last awoke, about four o'clock in the morning, he did not lie
down to sleep again; he walked to the edge of the slope and stared once
more toward the river and the Union camp. He found Dalton already there,
closely examining the river and the shores with his glasses.

"What do you see, George?" Harry asked.

"Not much; they've got all the bridges now they need, but they're not
using them. Why, Harry, the battle's won already. Lee and Jackson
don't merely fight. Plenty of generals are good fighters, but our
leaders measure and weigh the generals who are coming against them,
look right inside of them, and read their minds better than those
generals can read them themselves."

"I believe you're right, George. And since Burnside is not crossing
to-night, he can't attack in the morning."

"Of course not. Lee and Jackson knew all the time that he'd waste a
day. They knew it by the way he delayed at Antietam, and they've been
reading his mind all the time he's been sitting here on the banks of the
Rappahannock. They knew just where he'd attack, just when, too, and
they'll have everything ready at the right point and at the right time."

"Of course they will."

They were but boys, and the great tactics and brilliant victories of Lee
and Jackson had overwhelmed the imaginations of both. In their minds
all things seemed possible to their leaders, and they had not the least
fear about the coming battle.