"Here they come!" Down the road was pouring a mass of fugitives, and they brought with them news that did not suffer in the telling, either in magnitude or color.

Stonewall Jackson and the bulk of the rebel army had suddenly fallen on their wing, they said, and he and his men were hard upon their heels.

Hooker passed in a moment from the certainty of victory to the certainty that his army must fight for its very existence.

Yet he and his generals showed presence of mind and great courage in the crisis, bringing forward troops rapidly and, above all, massing the superb artillery.
Harry Kenton, his horse shot under him, again was in the front line of the Southern troops that followed the mass of fugitives down the road toward the Chancellor House.

In the mad rush he lost sight of Jackson for the time, and found himself mingled with the Invincibles.