Never had the genius and resolution of the two great Southern leaders burned more brightly.
As the brazen sun swung slowly up Dick felt that the intense nervous excitement he had felt the night before was seizing him again.

The officers of the regiment remained on foot.

Colonel Winchester had sent their horses away to some cavalrymen who had lost their own.

He and his staff and other officers, dismounted, could lead the men better into battle.
And that it was battle, great and bloody, the youngest of them all could see.

Never had an August day been brighter and hotter.