The long line of his Virginians stopped the fugitives and drove them back to the battle.

It was evident to Harry, young as he was, that Jackson would be just in time.
Then they saw a battery galloping from that bank of smoke and flame, and, its officer swearing violently, exclaimed that he had been left without support.

The stern face and somber eyes of Jackson were turned upon him.
"Unlimber your guns at once," he said.

"Here is your support." Then the valiant Bee himself came, covered with dust, his clothes torn by bullets, his horse in a white lather.

He, too, turned to that stern brown figure, as unflinching as death itself, and he cried that the enemy in overwhelming numbers were beating them back.
"Then," said Jackson, "we'll close up and give them the bayonet." His teeth shut down like a vise.