Once he stretched out his long head, and uttered a shrill neigh.
The sound died in far echoes, and then followed only the rapid beat of his hoofs on the hard road.
Harry knew that there was no longer any danger to him from the enemy, and he resolved now not to go to his own colonel, but to ride straight to the tent of Jackson himself.
The night had never grown dark.

Moon and stars still shed an abundant light for the flying horseman, and presently he caught fleeting glimpses through the trees of roofs that belonged to Winchester.

Then two men in gray spring into the road, and, leveling their rifles, gave him the command to stop.
"I'm Lieutenant Kenton of the Invincibles," he cried, "and I come for help.

A strong force of the Yankees is besieging Hertford, and four hundred of our men are defending it.

There is no time to waste! They must have help there before dawn, or everything is lost! Which way is General Jackson's tent ?" "In that field on the hillock!" replied one of the men, pointing two or three hundred yards away.
Harry raced toward the tent, which rose in modest size out of the darkness, and sprang to the ground, when his horse reached it.