"And so he would," exclaimed Harry with emphasis. The great affection
and admiration in which his troops held Jackson began to be tinged with
something that bordered upon superstition. They regarded his mental
powers, his intuition, judgment and quickness as something almost
supernatural. His great flanking movement at the Second Manassas,
and his arrival in time to save the army at Antietam, inspired them with
awe for a man who could do such things. They had long since ceased to
grumble when he undertook one of his tremendous marches, and they never
asked why they were sent to do a thing--they had absolute confidence in
the one who sent them to do it.

The great excitement of Jackson in his new uniform passed and the boys
resumed their luxurious quarters on the leaves beside the Opequon.
Sherburne, who had left them a while, returned, riding a splendid bay
horse, which he tethered to a bush before rejoining them.

"That's not the horse I saw you riding at Antietam, Captain," said
Langdon. "I counted that fellow's ribs, and none show in this one.
It's no business of mine, but I want to know where you got that fine
brute."

"No, it's none of your business, Tom," replied Sherburne, as he settled
himself comfortably, "you haven't anything in the world to do with it,
but that's no reason why you shouldn't ask and I shouldn't answer."

"Drop the long-winded preliminaries, then, and go ahead."

"I got him on a wild ride with the general, General Stuart. What a
cavalryman! I don't believe there was ever such another glutton for