And Young’s sabre flashed from the scabbard.
At the same instant the crash of carbines in front, indicated Gordon’s charge.
Young darted to the head of his column.
“Charge!” he shouted.
And leading the column, he descended like a thunderbolt on the enemy’s flank.
As he did so, Gordon’s men rushed with wild cheers into the gorge. Shouts, carbine-shots, musket-shots, yells resounded. In five minutes the Federal infantry, some three hundred in number, were scattered in headlong flight, leaving the ground strewed with new muskets, whose barrels shone like burnished silver.
“Good!” Stuart exclaimed, as long lines of prisoners appeared, going to the rear, “a fair beginning, at least!”
And he rode on rapidly.