now.
He met thicker streams of fugitives, but turned them back toward the
enemy, and when he finally came upon the field itself he brought with
him all the retreating regiments.

Dick never beheld a more thrilling and inspiring sight than that which
occurred when Sheridan galloped among them, swinging his hat in his hand.

"What troops are these?" he had asked.

"The Sixth Corps!" hundreds of voices shouted in reply.

"We are all right! We'll win!" cried Sheridan.

And then, as he galloped along the line he added:

"Never mind, boys, we'll whip 'em yet! We'll whip 'em yet! We'll sleep
in their quarters tonight!"

The roar of cheering swept up and down the line again, and Sheridan
and his officers began to prepare the restored army for a new battle.
All the time the Union numbers swelled, and, as the Southern army was
hesitating, Sheridan was able to post his divisions as he pleased.

The Winchester regiment was drawn up towards the flank. All the officers
were still on foot, but they stood a little in front, ready to lead their
men into the new battle. It was now about noon, and there was a pause
in the combat, enabling the smoke to lift yet higher, and disclosing the
whole field. Sheridan was still riding up and down the lines, cool,
determined and resolved to turn defeat into victory. Wherever he went
he spoke words of encouragement to his troops, but all the time his eye,
which was the eye of a true general, swept the field. He put the gallant
young Custer with his cavalry on the right, Crook and Merritt with their
horse on the left, while the infantry were massed in the center. The
Winchester men were sent to the right.

The doubts in the ranks of the South helped Sheridan. Early after his
victory in the morning was surprised to see the Union army gather itself
together again and show such a formidable front. Neither he nor his
lieutenants could understand the sudden reversal, and the pause, which
at first had been meant merely to give the troops opportunity for fresh
breath, grew into a long delay. Here and there, skirmishers were firing,
feeling out one another, but the masses of the army paid no attention to
those scattered shots.

The Winchester men were elated. Colonel Winchester and the young
officers knew that delay worked steadily for them. All the defeated
troops of the morning were coming back into line, and now they were
anxious to retrieve their disaster. Dick, through his glass