The weary veterans, gathering themselves anew for another burst of strength, fell with all their might on the Northern flank.
Dick felt the force of that charge.

Men seemed to be driven in upon him.
He was hurled down, how he knew not, but he sprang up again, and then he saw that their advance was stopped.

Long lines of bayonets advanced upon them, and a terrible artillery fire crashed through and through their ranks.

Two or three thousand men in blue fell in a moment or so.

Fortune in an instant had made a terrible change of front.
Dick shouted aloud in despair as the brigades steadily gave back.