"We must hold these pieces, and every man must do his duty." "Ay, ay, sir!" replied Tom, vigorously, and the cry was repeated through the company.
As soon as the guns were thus rendered useless, the enemy swept down upon the supports again, intent upon capturing the pieces.

They advanced with that terrific yell which is enough of itself to frighten a nervous man, and with an impetuosity which nothing human could resist.

Our regiment recoiled under the shock; but it was forced back by the sheer stress of numbers.
"Rally men! Rally, my brave fellows!" shouted the adjutant, in command of the left wing.
"Stand stiff! Roll them back!" roared the colonel.
"Steady, men!" added Captain Benson.
"Now, give it to them!" screamed Tom, as he plunged his bayonet into the vitals of the rebel in front of him, and pushed forward into the very midst of the foe.
The sergeant seemed suddenly to be endowed with the strength of a giant, and he held his own till Hapgood sprang to his assistance.

The rest of the line, inspired by this daring conduct, rushed forward, and fell upon the foe with a fury that could not be resisted.
"Bravo! Bravo, Tom!" shouted the captain.

"Go in, boys!" roared the lieutenant.
And the boys "went in," and forced back the rebel line, and held the guns until another battery with a supply of ammunition arrived upon the ground to relieve them.