ers; but help was coming!
A cloud of dust was approaching from the rear of the column.
All eyes were strained to see what it might mean.
Presently the artillerymen recognized the well known sound.
A battery was coming in full gallop, the drivers lashing their horses, and yelling like madmen.
The guns bounded along as though they would outrun the horses, and with rush, roar and rattle they approached the front of the battalion.
Some fellow in the Second company Howitzers sung out Old Henry Carter!!! Hurah!
for the Third company!! Give it to 'em, boys!!
It was indeed the Third company of Howitzers, long separated from the Second, with their gallant captain at their head!
Not a moment was lost.
The guns were in battery, and the smoke of the first shot was curling about the heads of the men in the column in marvelously quick time.
Friends and comrades in the column called to the men at the guns, and they, as they stepped in and out, responded with cheerful, ringing voices: H