how far he'll push it."

"Not far, I think. All Ewell's got to do is to hold Fremont, and he has
surely held him. There's Shields on the other side of the river with
whom we have to deal. Do you know, George, that all the time we've been
sitting here, watching that battle in front of us, I've been afraid we'd
hear the booming of the guns on the other side of the river, telling
that Shields was up."

"We scorched their faces so badly there in Cross Keys that they must be
hesitating. Lord, Harry, how old Stonewall plays with fire. To attack
and defeat one army with the other only a few miles away must take
nerves all of steel."

"But if Ewell keeps on following Fremont he'll be too far away when we
turn to deal with Shields."

"But he won't go too far. There are the trumpets now recalling his
army."

The mellow notes were calling in the eager riflemen, who wished to
continue the pursuit, but the army was not to retire. It held the
battlefield, and now that the twilight was coming the men began to build
their fires, which blazed through the night within sight of those of the
enemy. The sentinels of the two armies were within speaking distance
of one another, and often in the dark, as happened after many another
battle in this war, Yank and Reb passed a friendly word or two. They
met, too, on the field, where they carried away their dead and wounded,
but on such errands there was always peace.

Those hours of the night were precious, but Fremont did not use them.
Defeated, he held back, magnifying the numbers of his enemy, fearing
that Jackson was in front of him with his whole army, and once more out
of touch with his ally, Shields.

But Stonewall Jackson was all activity. The great war-like intellect was
working with the utmost precision and speed. Having beaten back Fremont,
he was making ready for Shields. The first part of the drama, as he
had planned it, had been carried through with brilliant success, and he
meant that the next should be its equal.

Harry was not off his horse that night. He carried message after message
to generals and colonels and captains. He saw the main portion of
Ewell's army withdrawn from Fremont's front, leaving only a single
brigade to hold him, in case he should advance at dawn. But he saw the
fires increased, and he carried orders that the men should build them
high, and see that they did not go down.

When he came back from one of these errands about midnight, just after
the