the world for a while, just the same.
His is the fourth figure beyond me, but you couldn't wake him if you
fired a cannon at his ear, and in two minutes you won't be able to wake
me with another cannon."

Happy's head fell back as he spoke, and in less than half the time he
gave he had joined the band of the original seven sleepers. Harry,
stepping lightly over the slumbering figures--he had left his horse
on the hill--went back to the staff, where he saw that many were yet
watching. At the urgent advice of an older officer he stretched himself
between two blankets to protect his body from dew and slept a little
before dawn. He, too, had felt the exhaustion shown by the Invincibles,
but his nervous system was keyed highly, too high, in fact, to sleep
long. Moreover, he seemed to find some new reserve of strength, and
when Dalton put his hand upon his shoulder he sprang to his feet,
eager and active. Dalton had not been sent on many errands the night
before, and, sleeping longer than Harry, he had been up a half hour
earlier.

"You'll find coffee and food for the staff back a little," said Dalton,
"and I'd advise you to take breakfast, Harry."

"I will. What's going on?"

"Nothing, except the rising of the sun. See it, Harry, just coming over
the edge of the horizon behind those two queer hills."

The rim of the eastern sky was reddening fast, and Round Top and Little
Round Top stood out against it, black and exaggerated. They were raised
in the dawn, yet dim, to twice their height, and rose like gigantic
towers.

But there was light enough already for Harry to see masses of men on the
opposing slopes, and stone fences running along the hillsides, some of
which had been thrown up in the night by soldiers.

"I take it that the whole Army of the Potomac is here," he said.

"So our scouts tell us," replied Dalton. "Our forces are gathered, too,
except the six thousand infantry under Pickett and McLaws and the
cavalry under Stuart. But they'll come."

Harry and Dalton ate breakfast quickly, and, hurrying back, stood near
their chief, ready for any service. All the Southern forces were in
line. Heth held the right, Pender the left, and Anderson, Hood, and
McLaws and the others were stationed between. The brilliant sun moved
slowly on and flooded the town, the hills and the battlefield of the
day before with light. The officers of either side with their powerful
glasses could plainly see the hostile tr