Their columns in the plain were being raked by powerful batteries on the flank, many of the guns having recently been theirs.

They must retreat or be destroyed.
The brave and skillful Tyler reluctantly gave the order to retreat, and when Harry saw the blue line go back he shouted with joy.

Then the rebel yell, thrilling, vast and triumphant, swelled along the whole line, which lifted up itself and rushed at the enemy, the cavalry charging fiercely on the flanks.
Shields got up fresh troops, but it was too late.

The men in gray were pouring forward, victorious at every point, and sweeping everything before them, while the army of Fremont, arriving at the river at noon, saw burned bridges, the terrible battlefield on the other side strewn with the fallen, and the Southern legions thundering northward in pursuit of the second army, superior in numbers to their own, that they had defeated in two days.
Every pulse in Harry beat with excitement.

His soul sprang up at once from the depths to the stars.