Harry could not tell how long that dreadful shrieking and whining over their heads continued.

It was five minutes perhaps, but to him it seemed interminable.

Presently the missiles gave forth a new note.
"They're using shells now," said Dalton, "because they're seeking a longer range, and they're going much higher over our heads than the canister." "And here are men approaching," said Harry.

"I can make out their figures.

They must be our own." "So they are!" said Dalton, as they came nearer.
It was a heavy mass of Confederate infantry pressing forward in the darkness, and the young officers who had been so ready to give their lives for their hero lifted him to his feet.