Isn't that so, Dalton ?" "Undoubtedly, and you can depend upon me as a third to you and Happy Tom." "Now, Captain," continued Harry soothingly, "just forget this, won't you?
Both of you are from South Carolina and you ought to be good friends." "So far as I'm concerned, it's finished," said St.Clair.
But Bertrand turned upon his heel without a word and walked away.
"Hey, there, you Johnnies!" came a loud hail from the other side of the river.

"What's the matter with your friend who's just gone away?
I was watching with glasses, and he didn't look happy." "He had a nightmare and he hasn't fully recovered from it yet." There was a sudden tremendous burst of cheering behind them.
"On your feet, boys!" exclaimed Happy Tom, glancing back.

"Here comes Old Jack on one of his tours of inspection." Jackson was riding slowly along near the edge of the river.

He could never appear without rolling cheers from the thirty thousand veteran troops who were eager to follow wherever he led.

The mighty cheering swept back and forth in volumes, and when a lull came, one among their friends, the Yankee pickets on the other side of the river, called at the top of his voice: "Hey, Johnnies, what's the racket about ?" "It's Stonewall Jackson!" Harry roared back, pointing to the figure on the horse.
Then, to the amazement of all, a sudden burst of cheering came from the far bank of the Rappahannock, followed by the words, shouted in chorus: "Hurrah for Stonewall Jackson! Hurrah for Jackson!" Thus did the gallant Northern troops show their admiration for their great enemy whose genius had defeated them so often.