their destination. They needed every particle of air in their lungs for
the terrible man who made them march as men had seldom marched before.

Jackson cast a grim eye on the long files that sank away in the darkness
behind him.

"They march very well," he said, "but they will do better with more
practice. Ride to the rear, Lieutenant Kenton, and see if there are any
stragglers. If you find any order them back into line and if they refuse
to obey, shoot."

Again his voice was not raised, but an electric current of fiery energy
seemed to leap from this grave, somber man and to infuse itself through
the veins of the lad to whom he gave the orders.

Harry saluted and, wheeling his horse, rode swiftly along the edge of
the forest toward the rear. Now, the spirit of indomitable youth broke
forth. Many in the columns were as young as he and some younger.
In the earlier years of the war, and indeed, to the very close, there
was little outward respect for rank among the citizen soldiers of either
army. Harry was saluted with a running fire of chaff.

"Turn your horse's head, young feller, the enemy ain't that way.
He's in front."

"He's forgot his toothbrush, Bill, and he's going back in a hurry to get
it."

"If I had a horse like that I'd ride him in the right direction."