The intrepid fighter, A.P.Hill, was coming up fast, but not fast enough for Stonewall Jackson.

He turned and rode back toward him, careless of the danger from the Northern skirmishers, who might at any moment see him.
"General," said one of his staff in protest, "don't expose yourself so much." "There is no danger," said the general quickly.

"The enemy is routed and we must push him hard.

Hurry to General Hill and tell him to press forward." The little group of men, Jackson and his staff, rode on.

It was very dark where they were, in the shade of the stunted forest.