"I sacrificed the other wagons for them, though.

They're at hand." "You have done well, sir," said Jackson, and Harry thought he saw him smile.

No food for his veterans, but plenty of powder.

It was exactly what would appeal to Stonewall Jackson.
"Supply more powder and bullets to the men," said Jackson presently.
"Keep on pushing the enemy! Never stop for a moment." Harry mechanically put his hand in his pocket, why he did not know, but he felt a piece of bread and meat that he had put there in the morning.
He fingered the foreign substance a moment, and it occurred to him that it was good to eat.

It occurred to him next that he had not eaten anything since morning, and this body of his, which for the time being seemed to be dissevered from mind, might be hungry.
He took out the food and looked at it.