When Dick saw their numbers his fears were renewed.

He believed that if the Southern army could gather up all its forces and attack once more it would win another success.
But while he looked at the long line of fire in front of them a sudden roar of cheering rose from the Union ranks.

It became a shout, tremendous and thrilling.

Dick turned in excitement and he was about to ask what it meant, when he distinguished a name thundered again and again: "Sheridan! Sheridan! Sheridan!" Then before them galloped their own Little Phil, seeming to bring strength, courage and victory with him.

His hat was thrown back, his face flushed, and his eyes sparkling.