The hill was a vast bank of smoke and fire, filled with whistling bullets and shouts of men fighting face to face.

Some one reeled and fell against Dick, and for a moment, he was in horror lest it should be Warner, but a glance showed him that it was a stranger.

Then he rushed on again, filled with a mad excitement, waving his small sword, and shouting to the men to charge.
From right to left the roar of battle came to his ears, but on the hill where he stood the struggle was at its height.

The lines of Federals and Confederates, face to face at first, now became mixed, but neither side gained.

In the fiery struggle a Union officer, Fry, saw Zollicoffer only a few feet away.