"
"You did? And what did he say?"
"I didn't send in my card. I just took a look at his front door and came
away. He's at home, waiting and willing to give us a fight."
"Well, it's a fine day for a battle anyway. Look what a splendid sun is
rising! And you can see the soft haze of fall over the hills and woods."
"It's not as fine a fall as usual in Kentucky," said Dick, in an
apologetic tone to Warner and Pennington. "It's been so dry that the
leaves are falling too early, and the reds, the yellows and the browns
are not so bright."
"Never mind, Dickie, boy," said Warner consolingly. "We'll see it in
a better year, because Pennington and I are both coming back to spend
six months with you when this war is over. I've already accepted the
invitation. So get ready for us, Dick."
"It's an understood thing now," said Dick sincerely. "There go the
trumpets, and they mean for us to get in line."
A large portion of the division was already on the way, having started at
five o'clock, and the little Winchester regiment was soon marching, too.
The day was again hot.
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