The return shot came at once, and chipped the rock as before, but he dropped back unhurt, and peeping from the side he could see nothing.

He might or might not have slain his enemy.

The gray cap was no longer visible, and he watched to see if it would reappear.
He heard the sound of a great cannonade before the mouth of the pass, and he saw his own people advancing in force, their lines extending far to the left and right, with several batteries showing at intervals.

Then came the rebel yell from the pass and as the Union lines advanced the Southerners poured upon them a vast concentrated fire.
Dick, watching through the smoke and forgetful of his enemy across the valley, saw the Union charge rolled back.

But he also saw the men out of range gathering themselves for a new attack.