Jackson was just ahead of them, riding Little Sorrel, silent, his shoulders stooped a little, his mind apparently having passed on from the problems of the day, which were solved, to those of the morrow, which were to be solved.

He replied only with a smile to the members of his staff who congratulated him now upon his extraordinary achievement, surpassing everything that he had done hitherto in the valley.

For Harry and Dalton, young hero-worshippers, he had assumed a stature yet greater.

In their boyish eyes he was the man who did the impossible over and over again.
The great martial brain was still at work.

Having won two fresh victories in two days and having paralyzed the operations of his enemies, Jackson was preparing for other bewildering movements.