It was of the mind, but it was like a cool breath upon the face.

It was as if the winds had begun to blow courage.

A great shout rolled along the Northern line.
"Grant has come!" exclaimed Pennington, who was bleeding from a slight wound in the shoulder, but who was unconscious of it.

"And we've quit retreating!" The Nebraska youth had divined the truth.

Just when a complete Southern victory seemed to be certain the reversal of fortune came.