Some of them were dismounted and the gunners about them were killed, but the others, served with speed and valor, sprayed the whole Southern front with a deadly shower of steel.
It was this welcome metal that Dick and his comrades heard over their heads, and then the trumpets rang a shrill note of defiance along the whole line.

Banks, remembering his bitter defeats and resolved upon victory now, was not awaiting the attack.

He would make it himself.
The whole wing lifted itself up and rushed through the wheat field, firing as they charged.

The cannon were pushed forward and poured in volleys as fast as the gunners could load and discharge them.

Dick felt the ground reeling beneath his feet, but he knew that they were advancing and that the enemy was giving way again.