In those swift moments his heart was with the Invincibles and not with the blue columns that stood up against them.
He saw the gray horsemen sweep forward into a cloud of fire and smoke, in which he caught the occasional flash of a saber.

The combat behind the veil lasted only a minute or two, though it seemed an hour to Dick, and then he saw the blue infantry reeling back, their advance checked by the charge of the Invincibles.

A cheer rose in Dick's throat, but he checked it, and then, remembering, he trembled in a brief chill, as if shaken by the knowledge that for a few moments at least he had not been true to the cause for which he fought.
"A gallant charge those Johnnies made," said Warner, "and it's been effective, too.

Our men are falling back, while the Johnnies are returning to their place near the wood." Dick was straining his eyes through the glasses to see whether any one of the five whom he knew had fallen, but as the Invincibles returned from their victorious charge in a close mass it was impossible for him to tell.

A number of saddles had been emptied, as riderless horses were galloping wildly over the plain.