The bearded, silent man showed no excitement, but sent orders thick and fast to the different parts of his army.

The cavalry led by Ashby began to press the enemy hard in front of a little village called Kernstown.

A regiment with two guns led the advance on the west of the turnpike, and the heavier mass of infantry marched across the fields on the left.
Harry, as his duty bade him, kept beside his general, who was riding near the head of the infantry.

The feet of men and horses alike sank deep in the soft earth of the fields, but they went forward at a good pace, nevertheless.

Their blood was hot and leaping.