Harry felt that the resistance in front of them was hardening a little.
But as usual the eye of Jackson saw everything, even through the flame and smoke and confusion of a battle fought in dense forests and thickets.
He galloped up the turnpike himself, his staff hot at his heels, and shouting to the gunners and pointing forward, he urged on the artillery.
Then he rode among the infantry, and they, as eager as he, rushed on at increased speed.

Yet the Northern resistance was still hardening.
Some of the German regiments atoned for their earlier panic by reforming and making a brave resistance.

Other regiments formed behind a breastwork.
"They are going to make a bold stand," shouted Harry to Dalton.
"But it will not help them," the Virginian replied.
The Southern battle front, which for a few minutes had lost cohesion, now swelled higher than ever.

Led by Jackson in person, nearly all the officers in front sword in hand, the whole division with a mighty shout charged.

Harry saw the Invincibles in the first line, the two colonels, one on either flank, waving their swords and their faces young again with the battle fire.