We stand in mass and fight
together, but every one of them individually takes his life in his own
hands. The firing is coming nearer. I think we'll be attacked first."
After a little pause Warner said:
"I'm sorry our line is extended so much. What if they should cut through
and get behind us?"
"They'll never do it while General Thomas is here. I believe they called
him 'Old Slow Top' at West Point, but if he's slow in advance he's still
slower in retreat. I'd rather have him commanding us just now than any
other general in the world."
"I think you're right, and here he comes! Listen to the cheering!"
General Thomas rode slowly along his line, inspecting the position
of every regiment and making some changes. He showed no trace of
excitement. The face was calm and the heavy jaw was set firmly. If
Grant was a bulldog Thomas was another. The men knew him. They had seen
him stand like a rock before, and the thrill of confidence and courage
which help so much to win ran through them all.
Dick saw the general speak to Colonel Winchester and then ride on and out
of sight.
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