The Invincibles who carried short rifles, much like the carbines of the North, raised them and pulled the triggers.

Many in the blue column fell, but the others went on without faltering.
Dick knew from long experience what would follow, and he watched it alike with the eye and the mind that divines.

Either his eye or his fancy saw the Invincibles lean forward a little, fasten their rifles, shake loose the reins with one hand, and drop the other hand to the hilt of the saber.

It was certain that in the next minute they would charge.
He saw a trumpeter raise a trumpet to his lips and blow, loud and shrill.
Then the column of the Invincibles leaped forward, the necks of the horses outstretched, the men raising their sabers and flashing them above their heads.

Dick drew deep breaths and his pulses beat painfully.
Had he realized what his wishes were then he would have considered himself a traitor.