In fact, there's room enough behind the big trees for all the officers." It was Warner who was speaking with such grim irony, and Pennington by his side was hugging the tree.

Shells and shot shrieked over their heads and countless bullets hummed about them.

The soldiers also had taken shelter behind the trees, and Warner's jest about the officers was a jest only.

Nevertheless the Southern fire was great in volume and accuracy.

Bowen was an able commander with excellent men, and from his position that covered the meeting of the roads he swept both Union columns with a continuous hail of death.
"We must get out of this somehow," said Dick.