"
"And here he comes charging you! But it's happened hundreds and hundreds
of times in this war that relatives have come face to face in battle,
and it'll happen hundreds of times more. Are they within rifle shot,
Dick?"
"Not yet, but they soon will be."
He slung the glasses back over his shoulder. The eye alone was
sufficient now to watch the charging columns. All the artillery on both
sides was coming into action, and the ripping crash of so many cannon
became so great that the officers could no longer hear one another unless
they shouted. The gorges and hills caught up the sound and gave it back
in increased volume.
Dick heard a new note in the thunder. It was made by the swift beat of
hoofs, thousands of them, and the hair on his neck prickled at the roots.
Forrest and the wild cavalry of the South were charging on their flanks.
He felt a sudden horror lest he be trampled under the hoofs of horses.
By some curious twist of the mind his dread of such a fate was far more
acute at that moment than his fear of shells and bullets.
Colonel Winchester, shouting imperiously, ordered him and all the other
young officers to step back now and lie down.
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