THREE:"Good gracious, he wasn't lost again, was he?" gasped Si."Say, them rebels are just over the hill, I tell you," said the Deacon in a fever of apprehension of losing his steed. "They'll be on top of you in a minute if you don't look out."
THREE:"Forward, 200th Ind.! Rally on your colors!" rang out the clear, sweet, penetrating voice of the Colonel, as he snatched the colors from the hand of the third man who had borne them since the regiment moved forward, and sprang up the side of the works.
THREE:"Don't mind that. Forward, boys," shouted Si. "Here's the end of the abatis."
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