Here is General Sheridan himself." The general rode along the line just before the Winchesters and nodded to them approvingly.

He came so close that Dick saw the contraction of his face, and his eager burning look, as if the great moment had arrived.
Suddenly, he raised his hand and the buglers blew the fierce notes of the charge.
"Now we go!" cried Pennington in uncontrollable excitement, and the whole right wing seemed to lift itself up bodily and rush forward.

The men, eager to avenge the losses of the morning, began to shout, and their cheers mingled with the mighty tread of the charge, the thunder of the cannon and the rapid firing of thousands of rifles.

They knew, too, that Sheridan's own eye was upon them, and it encouraged them to a supreme effort.
Infantry and cavalry swept on together in an overwhelming mass.

Cannon and rifles sent a bitter hail upon them, but nothing could stop their rush.