"They press us hard.
We drive them back for a time, and they come again.

They have field guns, too, and they are handled with great skill.

If I do not mistake greatly, they are under the charge of Carrington, who, you remember, fought us at that fort in the valley before Bull Run, John Carrington, old John Carrington, my classmate at West Point, a man who wouldn't hurt a fly, but who is the most deadly artillery officer in the world." Harry remembered that famous duel of the guns in the hills and Colonel Talbot's admiration of his opponent, Carrington.

Now he could see it shining in his eyes as strongly as ever.
"Why are you so sure, colonel, that it's Carrington ?" he asked.
"Because nobody else could handle those field guns as he does.

He brings 'em up, sends the shot and shell upon us, then hitches up like lightning, is away before we can charge, and in a minute or two is firing into our line elsewhere.