They heard behind them the occasional report of a rifle.

But it was only a little picket firing.

Most of the soldiers, worn out by such tremendous efforts, lay upon the ground in what was a stupor rather than sleep.
As they rode forward they met pickets of their own men who told them where Lee and his staff were encamped, and they rode on, still in silence, for some time.

Harry's cheeks were touched by a freshening breeze which had the feel of coming dawn, and he said at last: "The morning can't be far away, Captain." "No, the first light of sunrise will appear very soon.

It seems to me I can see a faint touch of gray now over the eastern forest." They were riding now through the force that had been left by General Lee.