"Hurrah for Baldy!"
"Sick 'em, Baldy—sick 'em——"
"I'll bet on old man Baldy every time——"
"Hurrah for the bald-headed man!"
The Colonel paid no attention to their shouts. The flash of his muskets in the deepening twilight turned the tide in their favor. The big guns had been unlimbered and pulled back deeper into the blue lines.
John Vaughan's line was swung to support the charge of Hooker's old division which first halted the rush of Jackson's men. In the field beyond the Chancellor House stood a huge straw stack. As the regiment rushed by at double quick the Colonel spied a panic-stricken officer crouching in terror behind the pile.
The Colonel slapped him across the shoulders with his sword:
"What sort of a place is this for you, sir?"
Through chattering teeth came the trembling response:
"W-w-hy, m-my God, do you think the bullets can come through?"