The Northern leader, seeing the breach, continually pushed forward fresh troops and more cannon, while the deadly riflemen in the thickets did more harm than the great guns.
The Southerners were compelled to fall back.

One gun was lost.

Jackson from the crest of the hill had seen with amazement the retreat of the famous Stonewall Brigade that he had once led in person.

He galloped across the field, reckless of bullets, and fiercely bade Garnett turn and hold his ground.

A drummer stood near and Jackson, grasping him by the shoulder with a firm right hand, fairly dragged him to the crest of a little hill, and bade him beat the rally.
While Jackson still held him he gave the call to stand and fight.