searching the woods and fields in the direction of the Union camp.

"Ride back on the road, Lieutenant Kenton, and tell the wagons to
hurry," said General Jackson to Harry. "Before I left Winchester I gave
orders for them to follow, and we must not waste time here."

"Yes, sir," said Harry, as he turned and rode into the forest through
which they had come. He, too, felt the same emotion that had made the
face of Sherburne flush with pride. What were sleep and rest to a young
soldier, following a man who carried victory in the hollow of his hand;
not the victory of luck or chance, but the victory of forethought, of
minute preparation, and of courage.

He galloped fast, and the hard road gave back the ring of steel shod
hoofs. A silver streak showed in the eastern sky. The dawn was breaking.
He increased his pace. The woods and fields fled by. Then he heard the
cracking of whips, and the sound of voices urging on reluctant animals.
Another minute and the long line of wagons was in sight straining along
the road.

"Hurry up!" cried Harry to the leader who drove, bareheaded.

"Has Old Jack finished the job?" asked the man.

"Yes."

"How long did it take him?"

"About five minutes."

"I win," called the man to the second driver just behind him. "You
'lowed it would take him ten minutes, but I said not more'n seven at the
very furthest."

The train broke into a trot, and Harry, turning his horse, rode by the
side of the leader.

"How did you know that it would take General Jackson so little time to
scatter the enemy?" the boy asked the man.

"'Cause I know Old Jack."

"But he has not yet done much in independent command."

"No, but I've seen him gettin' ready, an' I've watched him. He sees
everything, an' he prays. I tell you he prays. I ain't a prayin' man
myself. But when a man kneels down in the bushes an' talks humble an'
respectful to his God, an' then rises up an' jumps at the enemy, it's
time for that enemy to run. I'd rather be attacked by the worst bully
and desperado that ever lived than by a prayin' man. You see, I want to
live, an' what chance have I got ag'in a man that's not only not afraid
to die, but that's willin' to die, an' rather glad to die, knowin' that
he's goin' straight to Heaven an' eternal joy? I tell you, young man,
that unbelievers ain't ever got any chance against believers; no, not in
nothin'."

"I believe you're right."

"Right! Of course I'm right! Why did Old Jack order