Continual reinforcements came to the North throughout the night, not a soldier came to the South.

Beauregard, at dawn, would have to face twice his numbers, at least half of whom were fresh troops.
Another conference was held by the Southern generals in the forest, but now the central figure, the great Johnston, was gone.

The others, however, summoned their courage anew, and passed the whole night arranging their forces, cheering the men, and preparing for the morn.
Their scouts and skirmishers kept watch on the Northern camp, and the Southerners believed that while they had whipped only one army the day before, they could whip two on the morrow.
Dick and his friends meanwhile were lying on the earth, resting, but not able to sleep.

The nerves, drawn so tightly by the day's work, were not yet relaxed wholly.

A deep apathy seized them all.