Its roar seemed louder than ever in his ears, and in front of him was a vast red line, which extended an unseen distance through the forest.

Now and then the wild and thrilling rebel yell rose above the roar of cannon and the crash of rifles.
Dick saw with a sinking of the heart--and yet he had known that it would be so--that the red line of flame had moved deeper into the heart of the Northern camp.

It had passed the Northern outposts and, at many points, it had swept over the Northern center.

He feared that there was but a huddled and confused mass beyond it.
He saw something lying at his feet.

It was a Confederate military cloak which some officer had cast off as he rushed to the charge.