But they heard none.
"If the Yankee armies are already on the turnpike they're not near us.
That's sure," said Dalton.
"Do you know how many men they have ?" "Some of the spies brought in what the general believed to be pretty straight reports.

The rumors said that Shields was advancing to Manassas Gap with ten thousand men, and from what we heard we know that is true.
A second detachment, also ten thousand strong, from McDowell's army is coming toward Front Royal, and McDowell has twenty thousand men east of the Blue Ridge.

What the forces to the west are I don't know but the enemy in face of the general himself on the Potomac must now number at least ten thousand." Harry whistled.
"And at the best we can't muster more than fifteen thousand fit to carry arms!" he exclaimed.
Dalton leaned over in the dark, and touched his comrade on the shoulder.
"Harry," he said, "don't forget Old Jack.

Where Little Sorrel leads there is always an army of forty thousand men.

I'm not setting myself up to be very religious, but it's safe to say that he was praying to-night, and when Old Jack prays, look out." "Yes, if anybody can lead us out of this trap it will be Old Jack," said Harry.