They were always eager to push hard and yet harder.
The Southern troops burnt the bridges over the creeks as they retreated, but the Northern men waded through the water and followed.

The clouds of cavalry were always in touch.

A skirmish was invariably proceeding at some point.

Toward evening of the second day's pursuit, they came to Mount Jackson, to which they had retreated once before, and there went into camp in a strong place.
But the privates themselves knew that they could not stay there long.
They might turn and beat off Fremont's army, but then they would have to reckon with the second army under Shields and the yet heavier masses that McDowell was bringing up.

But Jackson himself gave no sign of discouragement.