Many of his officers told him how these men had fought Jackson all through the night, and he found abundant cause for courage.
Harry and Dalton sprang into the saddle again, and, as they rode with Jackson, they saw that the whole Southern army was at hand.

Ewell was there and the cavalry and the Acadians, their band saluting the morning with a brave battle march.

It sent the blood dancing through Harry's veins.

He forgot his immense exertions, dangers and hardships and that he had had no sleep in twenty-four hours.
Before him lay the enemy.

It was no longer Jackson who retreated before overwhelming numbers.