"You haven't come too soon, sir," said Dalton. "The Yankees are
fighting like fiends, and we've made very little headway against 'em.
Besides, sir, fresh men are continually coming up for 'em."

"And fresh men have now come for our side, too," said Colonel Leonidas
Talbot proudly. "I fancy that a division of Jackson's old corps will
have a good deal to say about the result."

"What part of the corps, sir, is this?" asked Harry.

"Rodes' division. General Ewell himself has not yet arrived, but you
may be sure he is making the utmost haste with the rest of the division."

Rodes, full of eagerness, now pushed his troops forward. Hill, who saw
his coming with unmeasured joy, shifted his men until they were fully in
touch with those of Rodes, the whole now forming a great curving line of
battle frowning with guns, the troops burning for a new attack.

Harry looked up at the sun, which long ago had pierced the mists and
vapors, but not the smoke. He saw to his surprise that it had reached
and passed the zenith. It must now be at least two o'clock in the
afternoon. He was about to look at his watch when the Southern trumpets
at that moment sounded the charge, and, knowing no other way to go,
he and Dalton fell in with the Invincibles.

Howard was in command of the Northern army at this time, and from a roof
of a house in Gettysburg he had been watching the Southern advance.
He and Doubleday gathered all their strength to meet it, and, despite
the new troops brought by Rodes, Hill was unable to drive them back.
Harry felt, as he had felt all along, that marked hardening of the