A short but fierce battle ensued, fought in the night and amid new torrents of driving rain.

General Kearney was killed by a skirmisher, but the night and the rain grew so dense, and they were in such a tangle of thickets and forests that both sides drew off, and Pope's army passed on.
Dick was not in this battle, but he heard it's crash and roar above the sweep of the storm.

He and the balance of the regiment were helping to guard the long train of the wounded.

Now and then, he leaned from his horse and looked at Warner who lay in one of the covered wagons.
"I'm getting along all right, Dick, old man," said Warner.

"What's all that firing off toward the woods ?" "A battle, but it won't stop us.