If they were beaten back at any time they always came on again, a restless wave, crested with fire and steel.
Dick's regiment continued to give ground slowly.

It had no choice but to do so or be destroyed.

It seemed to him now that he beheld the wreck of all things.

Was this to be Bull Run over again?
His throat and eyes burned from the smoke and powder, and his face was black with grime.
His lips were like fire to the touch of each other.

He staggered in the smoke against some one and saw that it was Warner.
"Have we lost ?" he cried.