Most of them were signal officers, and Harry and Sherburne, dismounting, climbed the foot of the mountain with them.

When they stood upon the crest and looked to right and left in the clear June air, they beheld a wonderful sight.
To the south along Mill Creek lay Jackson's army.

To the west massed in the wider valley was the army of Fremont, which had followed them so tenaciously, and to the east, but just separated from it by the base of the Massanuttons, were the masses of Shields advancing slowly.
Harry through his powerful glasses could see the horsemen in front scouting carefully in advance of either army, and once more he appreciated to the full Jackson's skill in utilizing the mountains and rivers to keep his enemies apart.

But what would he do now that they were passing the Massanuttons, and there was no longer anything to separate Shields and Fremont.

He dismissed the thought.