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steel draw around his hard-pressed men and planted his regiments with desperate determination to hurl them back. Far off in the distance rose a new cloud of dust in the direction of the Manassas railroad. At their head was lifted a flag whose folds drooped in the hot, blistering July air. They were moving directly on the rear of McDowell's circling right wing. If they were Union reserves the day was lost. The Southerner lifted his field glasses and watched the drooping flag now shrouded in dust--now emerging in the blazing sun. His glasses were not strong enough. He could not make out its colors. Beauregard turned to Colonel Evans, whose little regiment had fought with sullen desperation since sunrise. "I can't make out that flag. If it's Patterson's army from the valley--God help us--" "It may be Elzey and Kirby Smith's regiments," Evans replied. "They're lost somewhere along the road from Winchester." Again Beauregard strained his eyes on the steadily advancing flag. It was a moment of crushing agony. "I'm afraid it's Patterson's men. We must fall back on our last reserve--" He quickly lowered his glasses. "I haven't a courier left, Colonel. You must help me--" "Certainly, General." "Find Johnston, and ask him to at once mass the reserves to support and protect our retreat--" Evans started immediately to execute the order. "Wait!" Beauregard shouted. His glasses were again fixed on the advancing flag. A gust of wind suddenly flung its folds into the bright Southern sky line--the Stars and Bars of the Confederacy! "Glory to God!" the commander exclaimed. "They're our men!" The dark face of the little General flashed with excitement as he turned to Evans: "Ride, Colonel--ride with all your might and order General Kirby Smith to press his command forward at double quick and strike that circling line in the flank and rear!" There were but two thousand in the advancing column but the moral effect of their sudden assault on the rear of the advancing victorious men, unconscious of their presence, would be tremendous. A charge at the same moment by his entire army confronting the enemy might snatch victory out of the jaws of defeat. Beauregard placed himself at the head of his hard-pressed front, and waited the thrilling cry of Smith's men. At last it came, the heaven-piercing, hell-quivering, Rebel yell--the triumphant cry of the Southern hunter in sight of his game! Jackson,
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