The coolness, the courage, and the comprehensive eye of Grant restored the battle for the North.

The Southern reserves had not charged with the fire and spirit expected, and, met with a shattering fire by the Indiana troops, they fell back.

Grant saw the opportunity, and massing every available regiment, he hurled it upon Pillow and the Southern center.
Dick felt the wild thrill of exultation as they went forward instead of going back, as they had done for so many hours.

Just in front of him was Colonel Winchester, waving aloft a sword, the blade of which had been broken in two by a bullet, and calling to his men to come on.

Warner and Pennington, grimed with smoke and mud and stained here and there with blood, were near also, shouting wildly.
The smoke split asunder for a moment, and Dick saw the long line of charging troops.