The man, the praying professor, was proving himself everything.
As at Front Royal, the Northern force was crushed.

It burst from the village in fragments, and fled in many directions.

But Jackson urged on the pursuit.

Ashby's cavalry charged again and again, taking prisoners everywhere.
The people of Middletown, as red-hot for the South as were those of Front Royal, rushed from their houses and guided the victors along the right roads.

They pointed where two batteries and a train of wagons were fleeing toward Winchester, and Ashby, with his cavalry, Harry still at his elbow, raced in pursuit..