He ran fast, and then began to hear bullets again.

But now they were coming from the Southern army.

He threw away the cloak and presently he emerged into a mass of men, who, under the continual urging of their officers, were making a desperate defense, firing, drawing back, reloading and firing again.

In front, the woods swarmed with the Southern troops who drove incessantly upon them.
Dick snatched up a rifle--plenty were lying upon the ground, where the owners had fallen with them--and fired into the attacking ranks.

Then he reloaded swiftly, and pressed on toward the Union center.
"What troops are these ?" he asked of an officer who was knotting a handkerchief about a bleeding wrist.
"From Illinois.