The scattered and flying detachments also gathered around Gordon and threw themselves across the turnpike.
Harry felt the resistance harden and he saw the pursuit of the Southern army slow up.

The day, too, was waning.

Shadows were already appearing in the east and if Jackson would destroy Banks' army utterly he must strike quick and hard.

Harry at that moment caught sight of the general on the turnpike, on Little Sorrel, the reins lying loose on the horse's neck, his master sitting erect, and gazing at the darkening battlefield which was spread out before him.
Harry galloped up and saluted.
"I could not come back at once, sir," he said, "because the enemy was crowded in between Ashby and yourself." "But you've come at last.

I was afraid you had fallen." Harry's face flushed gratefully.