Then Harry saw Jackson himself giving way to exultation, for the first time.

He was back at Winchester which he loved so well, he had defeated the enemy before it, and now he was about to chase him through its streets.

He spurred his horse at full speed down a rocky hill, snatched off his cap, whirled it around his head and cried at the top of his voice again and again: "Chase them to the Potomac! Chase them to the Potomac!" Harry and Dalton, hearing the cry, took it up and shouted it, too.
Before them was a vast bank of smoke and dust, shot with fire, and the battle thundered as it rolled swiftly into Winchester.

The Northern officers, still strove to prevent a rout.

They performed prodigies of valor.