Under the somber skies and in the dripping rain there was a long line of flashing rifles and the flaming of big guns at intervals.
Fremont was pushing the pursuit and pushing it hard.

Harry recognized anew the surpassing skill of Jackson in keeping his enemies separated by mountains and streams, while his own concentrated force marched on.

He felt that Fremont would hold Jackson in battle if he could until the other Northern armies came up, and he felt also that Jackson would lead Fremont beyond a junction with the others and then turn.

Yet these Northern men were certainly annoying.

They did not seem to mind defeats.
Here they were fighting as hard as ever, pursuing and not pursued.
Harry, turning to the left, saw a numerous body of cavalry under Ashby, supported by guns also, and he joined them.