Harry looked back at the brigade which wound in a long dark coil among the trees.

He could not see faces of the men now, only the sinuous black shape of illimitable length that their solid lines made.
This long black shape moved fast, and occasionally it gave forth a sinister glitter, as stray moonbeams fell upon blade or bayonet.

It seemed to Harry that there was something deadly and inevitable about it, and he began to feel sorry for the Union troops who were besieging the village and who did not know that Stonewall Jackson was coming.
He cast a sidelong glance at the leader.

He rode, leaning a little further forward in the saddle than usual, and the wintry blue eyes gazed steadily before him.

Harry knew that they missed nothing.
"You are sure that we are on the right road, Mr.Kenton ?" said Jackson.
"Quite sure of it, sir." The general did not speak again for some time.