Drawing a deep breath of an air which was shot with fire and smoke, and which was hot to his lungs, Dick began to run again.

Almost before he noticed it he was running by the side of a Southern regiment which had been ordered to veer about and attack some new point in the Northern line.

Keeping his presence of mind he shouted with them as they rushed on, and presently dropped away from them in the smoke.
He was conscious now of a new danger.

Twigs and bits of bark began to rain down upon him, and he heard the unpleasant whistle of bullets over his head.

They were the bullets of his own people, seeking to repel the Southern charge.