Sherburne was his neat and orderly self again and St. Clair was fully his equal. Langdon openly boasted that he was going to have a dressing contest between them for large stakes as soon as the war was over. But all the young Southerners were in good spirits now. They had learned of the alarm caused in the North by Kernstown, and that a third of McClellan’s army had been detached to guard against them. Nor had Banks and Shields yet dared to attack them.
“There’s what troubles Banks,” said Sherburne, pointing with his saber to a towering mass of mountains which rose somber and dark in the very center of the Shenandoah Valley. “He doesn’t know which side of the Massanuttons to take.”
Harry looked up at these peaks and ridges, famous now in the minds of all Virginians, towering a half mile in the air, clothed from base to summit with dense forest of oak and pine, although today the crests were wrapped in snowy mists. They cut the Shenandoah valley into two smaller valleys, the wider and more nearly level one on the west. Only a single road by which troops could pass crossed the Massanuttons, and that road was held by the cavalry of Ashby.
“If Banks comes one way and he proves too strong for us we can cross over to the other,” said Sherburne. “If he divides his force, marching into both valleys, we may beat one part of his army, then pass the mountain and beat the other.”
Sherburne had divined aright. It was the mighty mass of the Massanuttons that weighed upon Banks. As he looked up at the dark ridges and misty crests his mind was torn by doubts. His own forces, great in number though they were, were scattered. Fremont to his right on the slopes of the Alleghanies had 25,000 men; there were other strong detachments under Milroy and Schenck, and he had 17,000 men under his own eye. So he was hesitating while the days were passing and Jackson growing stronger.
“I suppose the nature of the country helps us a lot,” said Harry as he looked up at the Massanuttons, following Sherburne’s pointing saber.
“It does, and we need help,” said Sherburne. “Even as it is they would have been pushing upon us if it hadn’t been for the cavalry and the artillery. Every time a detachment advanced we’d open up on it with a masked battery from the woods, and if pickets showed their noses too close horsemen were after them in a second. We’ve had them worried to death for days and days, and when they do come in force Old Jack will have something up his sleeve.”
“I wonder,” said Harry.