Then they walked out, dried
themselves and spread the good news. All night long the pool was filled
with the bathers, following one another in turn.
The water taken internally and externally soothed Harry's nerves.
His excitement was gone. A great army with which they were sure to fight
on the morrow was not far away, but for the time he was indifferent.
The morrow could take care of itself. It was night, and he had
permission to go to sleep. Hence he slumbered fifteen minutes later.
He slept almost through the night, and, when he was awakened shortly
before dawn, he found that his strength and elasticity had returned.
He and Dalton went down to the spring again, drank many times, and then
ate breakfast with the older members of the staff, a breakfast that
differed very little from that of the common soldiers.
Then a day or two of waiting, and watching, and of confused but terrible
fighting ensued. The forests were again set on fire by the bursting
shells and they were not able to rescue many of the wounded from the
flames. Vast clouds again floated over the whole region, drawing a veil
of dusk between the soldiers and the sun. But neither army was willing
to attack the other in full force.
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