How the lights move! It's the field of Manassas again, and we're going to win this time!" All of Dick's senses were excited once more, and everything he saw was vivid and highly colored.

Warner, cool of blood as he habitually was, had no words of rebuke for him now, because he, too, was affected in the same way.

The fields and plains of Manassas were alive not alone with marching armies, but the ghosts of those who had fallen there the year before rose and walked again.
Despite the darkness everything swelled into life again for Dick.

Off there was the little river of Manassas, Young's Branch, the railway station, and the Henry House, around which the battle had raged so fiercely.

They would have won the victory then if it had not been for Stonewall Jackson.