Lying in their covert, Whitley's men reloaded their breech-loading rifles and again sent in a deadly fire.
The main Northern force redoubled its efforts at the same time.

The men in blue sent in swarms of whistling bullets and Dick saw the front line of the South retreating.
"We're rousing the wolves from their lairs," explained Pennington exultantly as he sprang from his tree, just in time for a bullet to send his hat flying from his head.

Fortunately, it clipped only a lock of hair, but he received in a good spirit Warner's admonishing words: "Don't go wild, Frank.

We've merely repelled the present attack.

You don't think that Forrest with superior forces is going to let us alone, do you ?" "No, I don't," replied Pennington, "and don't you get behind that tree.
It's mine, and I'm coming back to it.