He could never learn to be unconcerned when a dozen or fifteen riflemen were shooting at him.
When he raised his head a little he saw that the Winchester regiment had fallen back, and that, in truth, the entire advance had stopped until it could make an attack in full force upon the enemy.
Dick recognized with a certain grim humor that he was isolated.

He was just a little Federal island in a Confederate sea.

Up the gap he saw cannon and masses of gray infantry.

Gathered on a comparatively level spot was a troop of cavalry.

He saw all the signs of a desperate defense, and, while he watched, the great guns of the South began to fire again, their missiles flying far over his head toward the Northern army.
Dick was puzzled, but for the present he did not feel great alarm about himself.