The batteries were pushed nearer and nearer, and sent in terrible volleys at short range.

The riflemen who had done such deadly work rose from the woods and thickets, and rushed forward, loading and firing as they came.

The Southern force seemed to be nothing but a hopeless mass of fugitives.
Anyone save Jackson would have despaired even of saving his army.

But he dreamed yet of victory.

He galloped back for a strong detachment of Virginians who had not yet come upon the field, but could not get them up in time to strike a heavy blow.
It was apparent even to Harry and all the other young lieutenants that the battle was lost.