Jackson himself sat quietly on his horse, and issued no order.

The Northern troops were motionless, and Harry, who knew how precious time was, with the rest of Fremont's army coming up, wondered again.

But Trimble, the commander of the Southern riflemen hidden in the wood, saw a chance.

He would send his men under cover of the forest and hurl them suddenly upon the Northern flank.
Ewell gave his consent, and said that he would charge, too, if the movement were successful.
Harry, watching, saw the Southern regiments in the wood steal from the forest, pass swiftly up a ravine, and then, delivering a shattering fire at short range, charge with the bayonet upon the Northern flank.

The men in blue, surprised by so fierce an onset, gave way.