Watching intently he caught a glimpse of a gray cap showing above the
rock across the valley, and, raising his light rifle, he fired, quick as
a flash. 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. Within the pass
preparations were going on to repel it a second time. Then he glanced
toward the opposite rock and dropped down just in time.
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