It seemed to Dick once that they would hold fast, when he heard in front
a tremendous cry of: "On, my boys!" As the smoke lifted a little he saw
that it was Colonel Kenton leading his own trained and veteran regiment.
Colonel Winchester and Colonel Kenton, in fact, had met face to face,
but the Southern regiment was the more numerous and the stronger.
Winchester's men were gradually borne back and the colonel gasped to Dick:
"Didn't I see your uncle leading on his regiment?"
"Yes, it was he. It was his regiment that struck us, but he's hidden now
by the smoke."
The Southern rush did not cease. McCook's whole division, between the
shallow creeks was driven back, sustaining frightful losses, and it would
have been destroyed, but the artillery of Sheridan on the flank suddenly
opened upon the Southern victors. The Southerners whirled and charged
Sheridan, but his defense was so strong, and so powerful was his
artillery that they were compelled to recoil every time with shattered
ranks.
The decimated Ohio regiments beyond the creek were gathering themselves
anew for the battle, and so were the men of Colonel Winchester, now
reduced to half their numbers again.
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