But Grant could not yet hear the roar of guns which should indicate the advance of McClernand and his fifteen thousand.

The silent leader was filled with anger, but he reserved the expression of it for a later time.
Dick saw the fiery and impetuous Logan, noticeable for his long coal-black hair, lead a headlong and successful charge, which carried the Union troops higher up the hill.

But another general was driven back, losing cannon, although he retook them in a second and desperate charge.

Still no news from McClernand and his fifteen thousand! There was silence where his guns ought to have been thundering, and Grant burned with silent anger.
It was noon, and a half-hour past.

The Union plans, made with so much care and judgment, and the movements begun with so much skill and daring seemed to be going awry.