The young Nebraskan was compelled to give voice to his.
"Hurrah!" he shouted.

"We'll gallop the whole length of the valley! Nothing can stop us!" But Warner, naturally cautious, despite his rejoicings, would not go so far.
"Not the whole length of the valley, Frank!" he exclaimed.

"Only half of it!" "All or nothing!" shouted Pennington, carried away by his enthusiasm.
"Hurrah! Hurrah!" Before them now lay a small earthwork, from which field pieces began to send ugly gusts of fire, but so great was the sweep of the cavalry that they charged directly upon it.

The defenders, too few to hold it, withdrew and retreated in haste, and in a few minutes the Northern cavalry were in possession.
"Didn't I tell you," exclaimed Pennington, "that we were going to gallop the whole length of the valley! We've taken a fort with horsemen!" "Yes," said Warner, "but we'll stop here a while.

Listen to the trumpets sounding the halt, and yonder you can see the main lines of the Johnnies." It was obvious that it was unwise to go farther until the whole army came up, as they heard other trumpets calling now, and they were not their own but those of their enemies.