When one went away another took his place.

No thought of strife occurred to them, although there would be plenty of it on the morrow.

They even jested and foes complimented foes on their courage.

Harry and Dalton drank, and paused a few moments to hear the talk.
The moon rode high, and it has looked down upon no more extraordinary scene than this, the enemies drinking together in friendship at the spring, and all about them the stony ramparts of the hills, bristling with cannon, and covered with riflemen, ready for a red dawn, and the fields and ridges on which thirty thousand had already fallen, dead or wounded.
"Another meeting, Mr.Kenton," said a man who had been bent down drinking.

As he rose the moonlight shone full upon his face and Harry was startled.