two o'clock
And he had done it . Such complete and overwhelming victory would lift the South from her slough of despair . With a shout of triumph he spurred his horse neck to neck with his General . At two o'clock the blue lines were still rolling back on the river in hopeless confusion , the gray lines cheering and charging and crushing without mercy . A ball pierced Johnston 's right leg . Dick saw his hand drop the rein for an instant and a look of pain sweep his handsome face . `` You 're wounded , sir ? ''