He sighed a little and replaced his glasses in their case.
"Here come more of our cavalry!" said Warner.
They heard the heavy beat of many hoofs and in an instant many horsemen swarmed about them.

It was Sheridan himself who led them, his face flushed and eager and his eyes blazing.

He was a little man, but he was electric in his energy, and his very presence seemed to communicate more spirit and fire to the troops.

The officers crowded about him, and, while he swept the field with his glasses, he also gave a rapid command.
The Southern resistance, despite inferior numbers, was valiant and enduring.

Their heavy guns were pouring a deadly fire upon the Northern center.