He heard a report that ten thousand fresh troops under Kearney had arrived and were attacking the Southerners in the wood.
He knew by the immense volume of fire coming from that point that the report was true, and he heard that McDowell, too, would soon be at hand with nearly thirty thousand men.
Then he saw Colonel Winchester, his face a mass of grime and his clothing flecked with blood.

But he did not seem to have suffered any wound and he was calmly rallying his men.
"It's hot!" Dick shouted, why he knew not.
"Yes, my boy, and it will soon be hotter! Look at the new brigades coming into battle! See them on both right and left! We'll crush Jackson yet!" It was now mid-morning, and neither Colonel Winchester nor any other of the Northern officers facing the Southern force knew that Lee and the other Southern army was at hand.

The front ranks of Longstreet were already in battle, and the most difficult and dangerous of all tasks was accomplished.

Two armies coming from points widely divergent, but acting in concert had joined upon the field of battle at the very moment when the junction meant the most.

Lee had come, but McClellan and the Army of the Potomac were far away.
Dick heard the trumpets calling again, and once more they charged, hurling heavy masses now upon the wood, which was held by the Southern general, A.P.Hill.