“An’ to conquer her completely we’ll need nigh on to a million.” said the sergeant.

Shrewd and penetrating as was Sergeant Whitley he did not dream that before the giant struggle was over the South would have tripled her defensive quarter of a million and the North would almost have tripled her invading million.

A few days later their regiment marched out of the capital and joined the forces on the hills around Arlington, where they lay for many days, impatient but inactive.  There was much movement in the west, and they heard of small battles in which victory and defeat were about equal.  The boys had shown so much zeal and ability in learning soldierly duties that they were made orderlies by their colonel, John Newcomb, a taciturn Pennsylvanian, a rich miner who had raised a regiment partly at his own expense, and who showed a great zeal for the Union.  He, too, was learning how to be a soldier and he was not above asking advice now and then of a certain Sergeant Whitley who had the judgment to give it in the manner befitting one of his lowly rank.

The summer days passed slowly on.  The heat was intense.  The Virginia hills and plains fairly shimmered under the burning rays of the sun.  But still they delayed.  Congress had shown the greatest courage, meeting on the very day that the news of Bull Run had come, and resolving to fight the war to a successful end, no matter what happened.  But while McClellan was drilling and preparing, the public again began to call for action.  “On to Richmond!” was the cry, but despite it the army did not yet move.

European newspapers came in, and almost without exception they sneered at the Northern troops, and predicted the early dissolution of the Union.  Monarchy and privileged classes everywhere rejoiced at the disaster threatening the great republic, and now that it was safe to do so, did not hesitate to show their delight.  Sensitive and proud of his country, Dick was cut to the quick, but Warner was more phlegmatic.

“Let ’em bark,” he said.  “They bark because they dislike us, and they dislike us because they fear us.  We threatened Privilege when our Revolution succeeded and the Republic was established.  The fact of our existence was the threat and the threat has increased with our years and growth.  Europe is for the South, but the reason for it is one of the simplest problems in mathematics.  Ten per cent of it is admiration for the Southern victory at Bull Run, and ninety per cent of it is hatred—­at least by their ruling classes—­of republican institutions, and a wish to see them fall here.”

“I suspect you’re right,” said Dick, “and we’ll have to try all the harder to keep them from being a failure.  Look, there goes our balloon!”

Every day, usually late in the afternoon, a captive balloon rose from the Northern camp, and officers with powerful glasses inspected the Southern position, watching for an advance or a new movement of any kind.