The sun had now passed the zenith and was pouring intense and fiery rays upon the field, sometimes piercing the clouds of smoke, and revealing the faces of the men, black with sweat and burned gunpowder.
A cry arose for Grant.

Why did not their chief show himself upon the field! Was so great a battle to be fought with him away?
And where was Buell?
He had a second great army.

He was to join them that day.

What good would it be for him to come tomorrow?
Many of them laughed in bitter derision.

And there was Lew Wallace, too! They had heard that he was near the field with a strong division.