His face was red with anger.
Harry, who as usual kept close behind his commander, heard their talk.
"General Stuart," said General Jackson, "we must find some position from which we can open a flanking fire upon that Northern battery." "Aye, sir," said Stuart.

"Nothing would delight me more.

The narrowness of the road, and their place at the head of it, give them an immense advantage.

Ah, sir, here is a bridle path leading to the right.
Maybe it will give us a chance." The two generals, followed by their staffs and a battery, turned from the main body into the narrow path and pushed their way between the masses of thick undergrowth, bearing steadily toward the right.

But the road was so narrow that not more than two could go abreast, the generals in their eagerness still leading the way.
Harry, rising up in his stirrups, tried to see over the dense undergrowth, but patches of saplings and scrub oaks farther on hid the view.