killed or wounded. The ground was torn and trampled, as if it had been
swept by a hurricane of wind and red rain. Dick had one slight wound
on his shoulder and another on his arm, but he did not feel them.
Pennington and Warner both had scratches, but the colonel was unharmed.

"My God," exclaimed Warner, "how did we happen to survive it!"

"I live to boast that I've been ridden over by old Forrest himself,"
said Pennington.

"How do you know it was Forrest?"

"Because his horse was eight feet high and his sword was ten feet long.
He slashed at me with it a hundred times. I counted the strokes."

Then Pennington stopped and laughed hysterically, Dick seized him by the
arm and shook him roughly.

"Stop it, Frank! Stop it!" he cried. "You're yourself, and you're all
right!"

Pennington shook his body, brushed his hands over his eyes and said:

"Thanks, Dick, old man; you've brought me back to myself."

"Get ready!" exclaimed Warner. "The cavalry have sheered off, but the
infantry are coming, a million strong! I can hear their tread shaking
the earth!"

The broken regiment reloaded, drew its lines together and faced the enemy