them. Behind came his great brigade of Virginians, the
smoke and flame of the battle entering their blood and making their
hearts pound fast as they moved forward with increasing speed.

Harry rode back with the young officers of his staff, and now they
saw men dash out of the smoke and run toward them. They cried that
everything was lost. The lip of Jackson curled in contempt. The long
line of his Virginians stopped the fugitives and drove them back to the
battle. It was evident to Harry, young as he was, that Jackson would
be just in time.

Then they saw a battery galloping from that bank of smoke and flame, and,
its officer swearing violently, exclaimed that he had been left without
support. The stern face and somber eyes of Jackson were turned upon him.

"Unlimber your guns at once," he said. "Here is your support."

Then the valiant Bee himself came, covered with dust, his clothes torn
by bullets, his horse in a white lather. He, too, turned to that stern
brown figure, as unflinching as death itself, and he cried that the
enemy in overwhelming numbers were beating them back.

"Then," said Jackson, "we'll close up and give them the bayonet."

His teeth shut down like a vise. Again the electric current leaped
forth and sparkled through the veins of Bee, who turned and rode back
into the Southern throng, the Virginians following swiftly. Then
Jackson looked over the field with the eye and mind of genius, the eye
that is able to see and the mind that is able to understand amid all
the thunder and confusion and excitement of battle.

He saw a stretch of pines on the edge of the hill near the Henry house.
He quickly marched his troops among the trees, covering their front with
six cannon, while the great horseman, Stuart, plumed and eager, formed
his cavalry upon the left. Harry felt instinctively that the battle
was about to be restored for the time at least, and he turned back to
Colonel Talbot and the Invincibles. A shell burst near him. A piece
struck his horse in the chest, and Harry felt the animal quiver under
him. Then the horse uttered a terrible neighing cry, but Harry, alert
and agile, sprang clear, and ran back to his own command.

On the other side of Bull Run was the Northern command of Tyler, which
had been rebuffed so fiercely three days before. It, too, heard the
roar and crash of the battle, and sought a way across Bull Run, but for
a time could find none. An officer named Sherman