Again Emmeline made biscuit and spread apple butter and carried her tray about the house; again she brought water and bathed hot faces. There was nothing else for her to do. If she cast a longing glance toward the woodland, Private Christy was beside her with his "Now, Emmyline!" In the middle of the morning Private Christy called her to the door and pointed to the ridge. "Can you see up there some mounted officers?" "Yes." "Do you see the white horse?" "Yes." "That's General Lee, Emmyline." Private Christy spoke in a solemn tone. "That's something for you to remember all your life." "I'd rather see General Meade," said Emmeline defiantly. "But you don't mind lookin' at my general," answered Private Christy good-naturedly. Presently there began again another general movement of the troops about Grandfather Willing's house. They marched forward toward the ridge and passed over it, and disappeared into the valley where yesterday the cannon had roared. Now, except for the distant rumble, there was no sound. "Where have they gone?" asked Emmeline. "Over there," Private Christy replied noncommittally. "What are they doing?" "Just waiting. Now, Emmyline, you get some water for them poor souls upstairs. I have an errand to do." When Emmeline was out of sight, Private Christy went down across the fields to the woodland and looked about. On the far side near the open land were the Union prisoners, well guarded. Many of them were wounded, and lay about on the ground or sat propped against the trees. In their direction Private Christy made his way. War brought about strange meetings. It was improbable but not impossible that the little girl's brother was among the prisoners. "Goin' to pull out?" he asked a guard. "No orders yet. I think we move with the army." "Got a man here by the name of Willing?" "I don't know their names." "Can I ask?" "No." "Well, you find out for me, will you, Sam? His leetle sister's up here, and she thought she saw him. I suppose she couldn't come down and talk to him?" "No, she couldn't." Until eleven o'clock the distant roar continued; then followed complete silence; but the silence did not rest the ear or ease the heart. The heavy, hot atmosphere was weighted with mystery. Emmeline, moving about nervously, asked a hundred questions of Private Christy. The wounded soldiers dragged themselves to windows; from there they could see nothing except the scattered remnants of the command, the trampled fields, the ridge with its bristling cannon and its barricades. From the troops who had gone over the hill, nothing had been heard; it seemed as if they had been swallowed up. Emmeline made biscuit and coffee, and went to the front door and then to the attic window, and looked first toward Gettysburg and then toward Willoughby Run. She grew more and more nervous and excited.