An' mebbe he saved 'em, 'cause he believed he was goin' to do it.
It works both ways.

Git up!" The shout of "Git up!" was to his horses, which added a little more to their pace, and now Harry saw troops coming back to meet them and form an escort.
In half an hour they were at the village.

Already the ammunition and supplies had been brought forth and were stacked, ready to be loaded on the wagons.

General Jackson was everywhere, riding back and forth on his sorrel horse, directing the removal just as he had directed the march and the brief combat.

His words were brief but always dynamic.