I thought Jackson was swift, too, but he's swifter than I thought.

Them feet cavalry of his don't have to change their name.

Look into the road comin' up that narrow valley." The eyes of the three boys followed his pointing finger, and they now saw masses of infantry, men in gray pressing forward at full speed.

They saw also batteries of cannon, and Dick almost fancied he could hear the rumble of their wheels.
"Looks as if the sergeant was right," said Pennington.

"Stonewall Jackson is here." They increased their speed to a gallop, making directly for Cedar Run, a cold, clear little stream coming out of the hills.