When it was lifted a moment later the men in gray were advancing no longer.

Their ranks were shattered and broken, the ground was covered with the fallen and the others were reeling back.
"We win! We win!" shouted Pennington, wild with enthusiasm.
"For the present, at least," said Warner, a deep flush blazing in either cheek.
There was no return fire just then from that point, and the smoke lifted a little more.

Above the crash of the battle which raged fiercely on either flank, they heard the notes of a trumpet rising, loud, clear, and distinct from all other sounds.

Dick knew that it was a rallying call, and then he heard Pennington utter a wild shout.
"I see him! I see him!" he cried.

"It's old Stonewall himself! There on the hillock, on the little horse!" The vision was but for an instant.