Harry and Dalton were near, behind Jackson.

Harry could speak now and then with his friends.
"It's the Second Manassas over again, isn't it, Harry ?" said St.Clair.
"If it is, why do we seem to be marching away from the enemy ?" "I don't know any more than you do.

But I take it that when Stonewall Jackson draws back from the enemy he merely does it in order to make a bigger jump.

We all know that." The dark South Carolinian, Bertrand, was riding just in front of them.
Now he turned suddenly and said: "St.Clair, we're about to go into a great battle, and I've felt for some time that I provoked the quarrel with you.

I'm sorry and I apologize." St.Clair looked astonished, but he was not one to refuse so manly an advance.
"That's so, Captain, we did have a quarrel," he said, "but I had forgotten it.