In a moment he and his men were off, searching the woods and fields in the direction of the Union camp.
"Ride back on the road, Lieutenant Kenton, and tell the wagons to hurry," said General Jackson to Harry.

"Before I left Winchester I gave orders for them to follow, and we must not waste time here." "Yes, sir," said Harry, as he turned and rode into the forest through which they had come.

He, too, felt the same emotion that had made the face of Sherburne flush with pride.

What were sleep and rest to a young soldier, following a man who carried victory in the hollow of his hand; not the victory of luck or chance, but the victory of forethought, of minute preparation, and of courage.
He galloped fast, and the hard road gave back the ring of steel shod hoofs.

A silver streak showed in the eastern sky.