Lead me to 'em, Harry." Langdon's spirits were infectious.

Even the marching men who heard Happy Tom laugh, laughed with him and were more cheerful.

They marched faster, too, and from other points men were coming quickly to Jackson at Winchester.

They were even coming into contact with the ring of steel which was closing in on them.

Fremont, advancing with his fifteen thousand from the mountains, met a heavy fire from a line of ambushed riflemen.