He did not awake until midnight, when Dalton's hand on his shoulder caused him to open his eyes.
“I've been asleep, too, Harry,” said Dalton, “but I woke up first. We're going into camp here for the rest of the night.”
“I'm glad to stop,” said Harry, “but I wonder what the dawn will bring.”
“I wonder,” said Dalton.
CHAPTER XIII. THE SULLEN RETREAT
Harry, like the rest of the army, slept soundly through the rest of the night and they rose to a brilliant first day of June. The scouts said that the whole force of Fremont was not far behind, while the army of Shields was marching on a parallel line east of the Massanuttons, and ready at the first chance to form a junction with Fremont.
Youth seeks youth and Harry and Dalton found a little time to talk with St. Clair and Langdon.
“We've broken their ring and passed through,” said Langdon, “but as sure as we live we'll all be fighting again in a day. If the Yankees follow too hard Old Jack will turn and fight 'em. Now, why haven't the Yankees got sense enough to let us alone and go home?”
“They'll never do it,” said Dalton gravely. “We've got to recognize that fact. I'm never going to say another word about the Yankees not being willing to fight.”