The fire of both sides suddenly doubled and tripled in volume.
"Now, boys," shouted Colonel Winchester, waving his sword, "up the hill and beat 'em!" Uttering a deep-throated roar the Winchesters rushed forward, firing as they charged.

Dick was carried on the top wave of enthusiasm.

He discharged his pistol into the bank of fire and smoke in front of them and shouted incessantly.

He heard the bullets and every form of missile from the cannon whining all about them.

Leaves and twigs fell upon him.
Many men went down under the deadly fire, but the rush of the regiment was not checked for an instant.
They passed out of the thicket, swept across the road, and drove the defenders up the hill.