We're bound to achieve a great victory, colonel."
"I hope and believe so. We've the materials with which to do it.
But we've got to push and push hard."
The colonel raised his glasses and took a long look in front. Dick also
had a pair and he, too, examined the country before them. It was a fine,
rolling region and all the forest was gone, except clumps of trees here
and there. The whole country would have been heavy with forest had it
not been for the tramp of war.
It was now nearly noon and the sunlight was brilliant and intense.
The glasses carried far. Dick saw a line of trees which he surmised
marked the course of the Antietam, and he saw small detachments of
cavalry which he knew were watching the advance of the Army of the
Potomac. Their purpose convinced him that Lee had not retreated across
the Potomac, but that he would fight and surely lose. Dick now believed
that so many good omens could not fail.
A horseman galloped toward them. It was Shepard again, dustier than ever,
his face pale from weariness.
"What is it, Mr. Shepard?" asked Colonel Winchester.
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