Dick was mounted again. In fact his horse, after pulling the reins from
his hands and fleeing from the Confederate fire, had been retaken by a
member of his own regiment and returned to him. It was another good
omen. The lost had been found again and defeat would become victory.
But Dick said nothing to anybody of his duel with Harry Kenton. He
shuddered even now when he recalled it. And yet there had been no guilt
in either. Neither had known that the other lay behind the stone,
but happy chance had made all their bullets go astray. Again he was
thankful.
"How did you stand that fighting yesterday afternoon, George?" Dick
asked of Warner.
"First rate. The open air agreed with me, and as no bullet sought me
out I felt benefited. I didn't get away from that hospital too soon.
How far away is this Antietam River, behind which they say Lee lies?"
"It's only eight miles from the gap," said Pennington, who had been
making inquiries, "and as we have come three miles it must be only five
miles away."
"Correct," said Warner, who was in an uncommonly fine humor.
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