"I'm Cary! Herbert Cary!--_on the staff of General Lee!_" For an instant the attacking Southerners stood aghast at the sight of this raging man in gray who defended a Yankee officer; and yet he had made no saber stroke to wound or kill; instead, his weapon had come between their own and the life of a well-nigh helpless foe.

For a moment more they paused and looked with wondering eyes, and in that moment their victory was changed to rout.
A bugle blared.

A thundering rush of hoof beats sounded on the road, and the Union reenforcements swept around the curve.

Six abreast they came, a regiment of strong, straight riders, hungry for battle, hot to retrieve the losing fortune of the day.

The road was too narrow for a concentrated rush, so they streamed into the fields on either side, re-formed, and swept like an avalanche of blue upon their prey.