"Here, Harry, I didn't know you were back. What's your news?"

"That McClellan and the Yankee army are this side of the Potomac.
That's all. Good night."

He closed his eyes, and although it was near the middle of the day,
with the multifarious noises of the camp about him, he fell into the
deep and beautiful sleep of the tired youth who has done his duty.

He was still asleep when Captain Sherburne, worn and wounded slightly,
came in and reported also to General Jackson. He and his main force had
been pursued and had been in a hot little brush with the Union cavalry,
both sides losing several men. Others who had been detached before the
action also returned and reported. All of them, like Harry, were told
to seek food and sleep.

Harry slept a long time, and the soldiers who passed, making many
preparations, never disturbed him. But the entire Southern army under
Lee, assisted by his two great corps commanders, Jackson and Longstreet,
was making ready to meet the Army of the Potomac under McClellan.
The spirit of the Army of Northern Virginia was high, and the news that
the enemy was marching was welcome to them.

When Harry awoke the sun had passed its zenith and the cool October
shadows were falling. He yawned prodigiously, stretched his arms,
and for a few moments could not remember where he was, or what he had
been doing.

"Quit yawning so hard," said Happy Tom Langdon. "You may get your mouth
so wide open that you'll never be able to shut it again."