He forgot all about his own danger in this terrible reversal of his hopes, and he began to shout angrily at the men to stand.

He did not know by and by that no sound came from his mouth, that words could not come from a throat so choked with dust and burned gunpowder.
But the charge was made again.

The thudding great guns now told all the Northern divisions where Jackson was.

The eighty thousand men of Pope were crowding forward to attack him, and the batteries were galloping over the plateau to add to the volume of shot and shell that was poured upon the Southern ranks.
Dick was quite unconscious of the passage of time.

Hope had sprung anew in his breast.