“What of it?”
“It means that they are sanguine of victory, and they want to stand between us and Chattanooga, so they can cut off our retreat, after we’re beaten, as they think we surely will be. But their main force is not far from us now, so a scout told me. It’s massed heavily along the right bank of the Chickamauga.”
“And if there’s a battle to-morrow we’re likely to receive the first attack?”
“Could it come any better than at the place where Thomas stands?”
They sat long by the fire and Dick could not rest. Shiloh, his capture, and his knowledge of the secret Southern advance, of which he could give no warning, came back to him with uncommon vividness. He knew that no such surprise could occur here, but they seemed to be lost in the wilderness. The mountains and forests oppressed him.
“Well, Dick,” said Warner, “we’re posted strongly. We’ve rows of sentinels as thick as hedges, and I’ve the colonel’s permission to go to sleep. I’ll be slumbering in ten minutes, and I’d advise you to do the same.”
He lay on a blanket and soon slept. Pennington followed him to slumberland, but Dick lingered. He saw lights still flashing on the mountains, and he heard now and then reports from the rifles of the skirmishers, who yet sought each other despite the darkness. But he yielded at last and he, too, slept until the dawn, which should bring nearly two hundred thousand men face to face in mortal combat.
Dick was awake early. The September morning came, crisp and clear, the sun showing red gleams over the mountains. He heard already the sound of distant rifle shots in front, and, through his glasses, he saw far away faint puffs of smoke. But it was a familiar sound in this mighty war, and he found himself singularly calm. He never knew how he was going to feel on the eve of battle. Sometimes the constriction at his heart was painful, and sometimes its beat was smooth and regular.
All the officers of the Winchester regiment were dismounted owing to the rough nature of the country in which they were stationed. They held the most uneven part of the center, where thickets and ravines were many. Hot food and coffee were served to them, and new warmth and courage flowed through their bodies.
The distant fire increased, and, standing on a hillock, Dick looked long through his glasses. A faint haze which had hung in the south was clearing away. The rays of the sun were intensely bright. The brown of autumn glowed like gold, and the red splashes here and there burned scarlet. He saw pink dots appearing on a long line and he knew that the skirmishers were active and wary.
“There can be no doubt of the advance!” he said to Warner. “A strong body of our cavalry disclosed their forward movement, and there are the skirmishers signaling that Bragg is near. Wonderful fellows, those sharpshooters! They’re the eyes of the army. We stand in mass and fight together, but every one of them individually takes his life in his own hands. The firing is coming nearer. I think we’ll be attacked first.”
After a little pause Warner said:
“I’m sorry our line is extended so much. What if they should cut through and get behind us?”
“They’ll never do it while General Thomas is here. I believe they called him ‘Old Slow Top’ at West Point, but if he’s slow in advance he’s still slower in retreat. I’d rather have him commanding us just now than any other general in the world.”
“I think you’re right, and here he comes! Listen to the cheering!”
General Thomas rode slowly along his line, inspecting the position of every regiment and making some changes. He showed no trace of excitement. The face was calm and the heavy jaw was set firmly. If Grant was a bulldog Thomas was another. The men knew him. They had seen him stand like a rock before, and the thrill of confidence and courage which help so much to win ran through them all.
Dick saw the general speak to Colonel Winchester and then ride on and out of sight. All the men in the regiment were lying down, but the officers walked back and forth in front of the line. It was the especial pride of the younger ones to appear unconcerned, and some were able to make a brave pretense.