The sun, bright and hot, soon dispersed it. But there was no movement
by either army. Dick did not hear the sound of a single shot. Warner
and Pennington, recovered from their stupor, stood beside him gazing
southward toward the rocks and ridges, where the Confederate army lay.
"I'm thinking," said Warner, "that they're just as much exhausted as we
are. We're waiting for an attack, and they're waiting for the same.
The odds are at least ninety per cent in favor of my theory. Their
losses are something awful, and I don't think they can do anything
against us. Look how our batteries are massed for them."
Dick was watching through his glasses, and even with their aid he could
see no movement within the Southern lines. Hours passed and still
neither army stirred. McClellan counted his tremendous losses, and he,
too, preferred to await attack rather than offer it. His old obsession
that his enemy was double his real strength seized him, and he was not
willing to risk his army in a second rush upon Lee.
While Dick and his comrades were waiting through the long morning hours,
Lee and Jackson and his other lieutenants were deciding whether or not
they should make an attack of their own.
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