If they must rest they would rest well. Now and then they heard the
booming of guns, and just before dark there had been a short artillery
duel across the Antietam, but now the night was quiet, save for the
murmur and movement of a great army. Through the darkness came the sound
of many voices and the clank of moving wheels.
Dick asked permission for his two comrades and himself to go down near
the river and obtained it.
"But don't get shot," cautioned Colonel Winchester. "The Confederate
riflemen will certainly be on watch on the other side of the stream."
Dick promised and the three went forward very carefully among some
bushes. They were led on by curiosity and they did not believe that they
would be in any great danger. The singular friendliness which always
marked the pickets of the hostile armies in the Civil War would prevail.
It was several hundred yards down to the Antietam, and luckily the ribbon
of bushes held out. But when they were half way to the stream a thick,
dark figure rose up before them. Dick, in an instant, recognized
Sergeant Whitley.
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