t work. Pope's army,
hitherto separated, was now called together by a battle. Troops from
every direction were pouring upon the common center. The little army
which had fought so gallantly the day before now amounted to only
one-fourth of the whole. McDowell, Sigel and many other generals joined
Pope, who, with the strange faculty of always seeing his enemy too
small, while McClellan always saw him too large, began to feed upon his
own sanguine anticipations, and to regard as won the great victory that
he intended to win. He sent telegrams to Washington announcing that his
triumph at Cedar Run was only the first of a series that his army would
soon achieve.

It was late in the afternoon when Dick awoke, and he was amazed to see
that the sun was far down the western sky. But he rubbed his eyes and,
remembering, knew that he had slept at least ten hours. He looked down
at the relaxed figures of Warner and Pennington on either side of him.
They still slumbered soundly, but he decided that they had slept long
enough.

"Here, you," he exclaimed, seizing Warner by the collar and dragging him
to a sitting position, "look at the sun! Do you realize that you've lost
a day out of your bright young life?"

Then he seized Pennington by the collar also and dragged him up. Both
Warner and Pennington yawned prodigiously.

"If I've lost a day, and it would seem that I have, then I'm glad of
it," replied Warner. "I could afford to lose several in such a pleasant
manner. I suppose a lot of Stonewall Jackson's men were shooting at me
while I slept, but I was lucky and didn't know about it."

"You talk too long," said Pennington. "That comes of your having taught
school. You could talk all day to boys younger than yourself, and they
were afraid to answer back."

"Shut up, both of you," said Dick. "Here comes the sergeant, and I think
from his look he has something to say worth hearing."

Sergeant Whitley had cleansed the blood and dust from his face, and
a handkerchief tied neatly around his head covered up the small
wound there. He looked trim and entirely restored, both mentally and
physically.

"Well, sergeant," said Dick ingratiatingly, "if any thing has happened
in this army you're sure to know of it. We'd have known it ourselves,
but we had an important engagement with Morpheus, a world away, and we
had to keep it. Now what is the news?"

"I don't know who Morpheus is," replied the sergeant, laughing, "but
I'd guess from