Bell, from a side window joined in, and a single glance told the reason: up from the south rode cavalry, sweeping the pike clean of its riff-raff, and behind, barely visible through the dust, tramped a compact mass of infantry, breaking into double time.

The black-bearded aide dashed to their front, waving sabre and pointing; the clear note of a bugle cleaved the air; the horsemen spread out like a fan, and with the wild yell of the South rising above the din, the files of infantry broke into a run, and came sweeping forward in a gray torrent.

Chambers had come up at last, come to hurl his fresh troops into the gap, and change the tide of battle.

Even the stragglers paused, hastening to escape the rush, and facing again to the front.

I saw some among them grasp their guns and leap into the ranks, the speeding cavalrymen driving others with remorseless sabres.
All this was but a glimpse, and with the tumult ringing in my ears, I was down stairs facing my own men.
"Where are the prisoners, Sergeant ?" "Here, sir, under guard." "Open the front door, and pass them out.