The colonel did not hesitate to speak his thought to the two.
"I wish that General Sheridan was here," he said.
"But he's at Winchester," said Dick.

"He'll join us at noon." "I wish he was here now, and I wish, too, that this fog would lift, and the day would come.

Hark, what was that ?" "It was a rifle shot, sir," said the sergeant.
"And there are more," exclaimed Dick.

"Listen!" There was a sudden crackle of firing, and in front of them pink dots appeared through the fog.
"Here comes the Southern army!" said Sergeant Whitley.
Out of the fog rose a tremendous swelling cry from thousands of throats, fierce, long-drawn, and full of menace.

It was the rebel yell, and from another point above the rising thunder of cannon and rifles came the same yell in reply, like a signal.