Yet they left many fallen behind.

A fourth of the regiment had been killed or wounded already, and there were tears in the eyes of Colonel Winchester as he looked over the torn ranks of his gallant men.
Now the Southerners, meaning to drive victory home, were bringing up their reserves and pouring fresh troops upon the shattered Union front.
They would have swept everything away, but in the nick of time a fresh Union brigade arrived also, supported the yielding forces and threw itself upon the enemy.
But Grant had not yet come.

It seemed that in the beginning fortune played against this man of destiny, throwing all her tricks in favor of his opponents.

The single time that he was away the attack bad been made, and if he would win back a lost battle there was great need to hurry.
The Southern troops, exultant and full of fire and spirit, continually rolled back their adversaries.

They wheeled more guns from the fort into position and opened heavily on the yielding foe.