"They are evidently throwing a bridge across the river, and the fire we hear comes from two regiments of Mississippians who are posted down in the town under Barksdale." It was but the work of a minute to throw on their clothes and hurry out.
The night was dark and a heavy fog hung over the river.

A roar of musketry came up from the valley.

Drums and bugles were sounding all along the crest.

At the same moment they issued out General Stuart came out from his tent, which was close by.
"Is that you, Longmore?
Jump on your horse and ride down to the town.
Bring back news of what is going on." A few minutes later an officer rode up.

Some wood had been thrown on the fire, and by its light Vincent recognized Stonewall Jackson.
"Have you any news for us ?" he asked.
"Not yet; I have sent an officer down to inquire.