They ate, not because they were hungry, but because they knew it was a necessity.

Meanwhile, the faint gray band in the east was broadening.

The note of a bugle, distant, mellow, and musical, came from a point down the slope.
"The Yankee fort," said Langdon.

"They're waking up, too.

But I'm looking for the best, boys, and inside of two hours that Yankee fort will be a Confederate fort." The note of the bugle seemed to decide the Southern officers.