Even in the darkness and rain shots had been fired at them by the Southern skirmishers.

Banks sent for all of his important officers, the troops were gathered together, and leaving a strong rear-guard, they began a rapid march toward Winchester, which Jackson had loved so well.
Swiftness and decision now on the other side had saved the Northern army from destruction.

Banks did not realize until later, despite the urgent words of Shepard, how formidable was the danger that threatened him.
Jackson, despite all the disadvantages of the darkness and the rain, wished to get his army up before daylight, but the deep mud formed by the pouring rain enabled Banks to slip away from the trap.
The Southern troops, moreover, were worn to the bone.

They had come ninety miles in five days over rough roads, across streams without bridges, and over a high mountain, besides fighting a battle of uncommon fierceness.

There were limits even to the endurance of Jackson's foot cavalry.
Harry was first awake in the little tent.