Harry leaned over, shook hands with him, nothing more, and rode on.

With the lifting of the fog the Southern guns were again sending shot and sell into the blue masses.

Then, from the other side of the river, the great Union batteries left on Stafford Heights began to hurl showers of steel toward the hostile ridges a little more than a mile and a half away.

It was long range for those days, but the Union gunners, always excellent, rained shot and shell upon the Southern position.
Harry, used now to such a fire, went calmly on until he rejoined Jackson, who accepted with a nod his report that Stuart had not changed his lines anywhere.

The general signed to him and the rest of the staff as they rode toward the center of the Southern line.