The two gazed at the sober figure walking slowly to and fro.
"He begins to frighten me," whispered Dalton.

"He now seems to me at times, Harry, not to be human, or rather more than human.

It has been more than a day and night now since he has taken a second of rest, and he appears to need none." "He is human like the rest of us, but the flame in him burns stronger.
He gets cold and hungry and tired just as we do, but his will carries him on all the same." "I'm thankful that I fight with him and not against him," said Dalton earnestly.
"Yes, and you're going to march again with him in five minutes.

See the gray blur in the east, George.

It's the dawn and Jackson never waits on the morning." Jackson was already giving the order for the men to awake and march forth to battle.