"Our horses have broken down and we want to obtain new ones." "What's your names?
What's your rank ?" demanded the gruff voice.
"We cannot give our names." "Then clear out! You're frauds! If I find you hanging about here I'll shoot at you, and I tell you for your good that I'm no bad shot." The shutter of the window closed with a bang, but the two dogs that had been driven off began to bark again at a safe distance.

Harry glanced at his general.
"Isn't that a stable among the trees ?" asked Jackson.
"Yes, sir." "Then we'll find our horses there.

Get the other two and bring them here." Harry obeyed promptly, and they opened the stable, finding good horses, of which they selected the two best to which they changed their saddles and bridles.
"We'll leave our own horses for our inhospitable friends," said General Jackson, "and he'll not suffer by the exchange." Mounting the fresh horses they rode rapidly, and, after the coming of the dawn, Harry saw that they were approaching Richmond, and he guessed now what was coming.
General Jackson had in his pocket a pass sent to him by General Lee, and they swiftly went through the lines of pickets, and then on through Richmond.

People were astir in the streets of the Southern capital, and many of them saw the bearded man in an old uniform and a black slouch hat riding by, accompanied by only a boy, but not one of them knew that this was Stonewall Jackson, whose fame had been filling their ears for a month past.

Nor, if they had known him would they have divined how much ill his passage boded to the great army of McClellan.
They went through Richmond and on toward the front.