The two young aides carried away by success and the fire of battle, waved their swords continually and rushed at the enemy's lines.
Dick's face was covered with smoke, his lips were burnt, and his throat was raw from so much shouting.

But he was conscious only of great elation.

"This is not another Bull Run!" he cried to Warner, and Warner cried back: "Not by a long shot!" Thomas, still cool, watchful, and able to judge of results amid all the thunder and confusion of battle, hurried every man into the attack.
He was showing upon this, his first independent field, all the great qualities he was destined later to manifest so brilliantly in some of the greatest battles of modern times.
The Southern lines were smashed completely by those heavy and continuous blows.

Driven hard on every side they now retreated rapidly, and their triumphant enemies seized prisoners and cannon.
The whole Confederate army continued its swift retreat until it reached its intrenchments, where the officers rallied the men and turned to face their enemy.

But the cautious Thomas stopped.