Colonel Winchester walked away presently and joined Sherman, who was eagerly watching the mighty conflict, into which he knew that his own worn and shattered troops must sooner or later be drawn.  He walked up and down in front of his lines, saying little but seeing everything.  His tall form was seen by all his men.  He, too, must have felt a singular thrill at that moment.  He must have known that his star was rising.  He, more than any other, with his valor, penetrating mind and decision had saved the Northern army from complete destruction the first day at Shiloh.  He had not been able to avert defeat, but he had prevented utter ruin.  His division alone had held together in the face of the Southern attack until night came.

Sherman must have recalled, too, how his statement that the North would need 200,000 troops in the west alone had been sneered at, and he had been called mad.  But he neither boasted nor predicted, continuing to watch intently the swelling battle.

“I had enough fighting yesterday to last me a hundred years,” said Warner to Dick, “but it seems that I’m to have more today.  If the Johnnies had any regard for the rules of war they’d have retreated long ago.”

“We’ll win yet,” said Dick hopefully, “but I don’t think we can achieve any big victory.  Look, there’s General Grant himself.”

Grant was passing along his whole line.  While leaving the main battle to Buell he retained general command and watched everything.  He, too, observed the failure of Buell’s army to drive the enemy before them, and he must have felt a sinking of the heart, but he did not show it.  Instead he spoke only of victory, when he made any comment at all, and sent the members of his staff to make new arrangements.  He must bring into action every gun and man he had or he would yet lose.

It was now 10 o’clock and the new battle had lasted with the utmost fury and desperation for four hours.  Dick, after General Grant rode on, felt as if a sudden thrill had run through the whole army.  He saw men rising from the earth and tightening their belts.  He saw gunners gathering around their guns and making ready with the ammunition.  He knew the remains of Grant’s army were about to march upon the enemy, helping the Army of the Ohio to achieve the task that had proved so great.

Sherman, McClernand and other generals now passed among their troops, cheering them, telling them that the time had come to win back what they had lost the day before, and that victory was sure.  They called upon them for another great effort, and a shout rolled along the line of willing soldiers.

Sherman’s whole division now raised itself up and rushed at the enemy, Dick and his comrades in the front of their own regiment.  The whole Northern line was now engaged.  Grant, true to his resolution, had hurled every man and every gun upon his foe.