"There's been no battle, and you know it," Dick said.
"No, there hasn't been any; there won't be any for several days at least.
That whopping big rain last night did us a service after all. It was
Early who crossed the river, and now he is in a way cut off from the rest
of the Southern army. We hear that he'll go back to the other side.
But Stuart has curved about us, raided our supply train and destroyed it.
And he's done more than that. He's captured General Pope's important
papers."
"What does it mean for us?"
"A delay, but I don't know anything more. I suppose that whatever is
going to happen will happen in its own good time. You feel like a man
again, don't you Dick? And you can have the consolation of knowing that
nothing has happened all day long when you slept."
Dick finished his dressing, rejoined his regiment and ate supper with
the other officers around a fine camp fire. He found that he had a good
appetite, and as he ate strength flowed rapidly back into his veins.
He gathered from the talk of the older officers that they were still
hoping for a junction with McClellan before Lee and Jackson could attack.
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