When they reached the verge of the open space that lay between the two sides they threw themselves down in the thick, tall grass.

Neither Dick nor Warner could see them now.

They beheld only the stems of the grass waving as if under a gentle wind.

But Dick knew that the rippling movement marked the passage of the riflemen.
Meanwhile the attack in their front was growing hotter.

At least six or seven hundred sharpshooters were sending a fire which would have annihilated them if it had not been for the trees.