He saw for the first time in many days the men in gray yielding.

The incredible was happening.

After beating Fremont, after all their superb tactics, they were now losing to Shields.
He looked at Jackson, hoping to receive some order that would take him into action, but the general said nothing.

He was watching the battle and his face was inscrutable.

Harry wondered how he could preserve his calm, while his troops were being beaten in front, and the army of Fremont might thunder at any moment on his flank or rear.