The night had come on heavy and dark.

Behind him he could hear the fitful sounds of the Northern and Southern cavalry still skirmishing with each other.

Before him he saw dimly the Southern regiments, retreating in ragged lines.

It was almost more than he could stand, and his feelings suddenly found vent in an angry cry.
General Jackson heard him and understood.
"Don't be grieved, my boy," he said quietly.

"This is only the first battle." The calm, unboastful courage strengthened Harry anew.