He went over everything again and again and he concluded that he must
rely upon his superior keenness of ear. He could hear Haskell, but
Haskell could not hear him, and there was Providence once more taking him
into favor. Summer clouds began to drift before the moon, and many of
the stars were veiled. It was possible that Haskell's eyes also were not
as keen as his own.
When the darkness increased, he began to crawl from the little shallow.
Despite extreme precautions he made a slight noise. A pistol flashed and
a bullet passed over him. It made his muscles quiver, but he called in a
calm voice:
"Why did you do such a foolish thing as that? You wasted a perfectly
good bullet."
"Weren't you trying to escape? I thought I heard a movement in the
grass."
"Wasn't thinking of such a thing. I'm just waiting here to see what
you'll do. Why don't you come on and attack?"
"I'm satisfied with things as they are. I'll hold you until morning and
then our men will be sure to come and pick you up."
"Maybe it will be our men who will come and pick you up."
"Oh, no; they're too busy leaving Gettysburg behind 'em."
Harry nevertheless had succeeded in leaving the shallow and was now lying
on its farther bank.
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