Breckinridge was inspiring his command with the utmost vigor and already his heavy guns were sweeping the front of the Union cavalry, while the riflemen stood ready for the charge.
The great mass of Northern horsemen were eager and impatient.

A thrill of anticipation seemed to run through them, as if through one body, and when the final command was given they swept forward in a mighty, irresistible line.

In Dick's mind then anticipation became knowledge.
He was as sure as he was of his own name that they were going to win.
Again he was knee to knee with Warner and Pennington, and with these good comrades on his right and left he rode into the Southern fire, among the shell and shrapnel and grapeshot and bullets that had swept so often around him.

In spite of the most desperate courage, the Southern troops gave way before the terrific onset--they had to give ground or they would have been trampled under the feet of the horses.

Cannon and many rifles were taken, and the whole Confederate division was driven in disorder down the road.
Warner's stern calm was broken, and he shouted in delight "We win! We win!" Then Dick and Pennington shouted with him: "We win! We win!" and as the smoke of their own battle lifted they saw that the Union army elsewhere was triumphant also.