The cavalry of Turner Ashby raged back and forth, seeking to protect the flanks, and in the east, coming shadows showed that the twilight might yet protect the South from the last blow.
Harry, in the thick of furious battle, had become separated from his commander.

He was still on foot and his sword had been broken at the hilt by a bullet, but he did not yet know it.

Chance threw him once more among the Invincibles.

He plunged through the smoke almost into the arms of Langdon.
"And here is our Harry again!" shouted the irrepressible South Carolinian.

"Stonewall Jackson has lost a battle, but he hasn't lost an army.