But who were the men that were making it?
In all the frightful din and excitement of the battle the question ran through the army of Thomas.

If fresh enemies were coming upon their rear they were lost! If friends there was yet hope! But they could not watch the tower of dust long.

The enemy in front gave them no chance.

Polk was still beating upon them, and Longstreet, having seized a ridge, was pouring an increased fire from his advanced position.
"If that cloud of dust encloses gray uniforms we're lost!" shouted Warner in Dick's ear.
"But it mustn't enclose 'em," Dick shouted back.

"Fate wouldn't play us such an awful trick! We can't lose, after having done and suffered so much!" Fate would not say which.