...ing? It was distant six or seven hundred yards. I think so, said the Colonel. There they are, boys; take them, said he. Off we went with a yell, every man doing his prettiest with his legs. Adjutant Ward dashed ahead, saying, By your permission, Colonel, while Major Wheat shot by like a rocket, his red cap gleaming, revolver in hand, and got in first, throwing his shots right and left. The hospita...