The great Union batteries were firing over their heads again, but even they could not arrest the Southern advance.

Their regiments were coming now across the shorn cornfield.

Dick saw the galloping horses drawing their batteries up closer and around the flanks.

And the rebel yell of victory which he had heard too often was now swelling from thousands of throats, as the fierce sons of the South rushed upon their foe.
But the North refused to abandon the battle here.

These were splendid troops, so tenacious and so much bent upon victory that they scarcely needed leaders.