See him climbing upon Little Sorrel! Lord pity the foot cavalry!" General Jackson, mounted upon the sorrel horse destined to become so famous, rode to the head of the brigade, which was now in ranks, and beckoned to Harry.
"I've decided to attend to this affair myself, Lieutenant Kenton," he said.

"Keep by my side.

You know the way.

Be sure that you lead us right." His voice was not raised, but his words had an edge of steel.

The cold blue eyes swept him with a single chilly glance and Harry felt the fear of God in his soul.