Greenley’s men started to fall back when they saw their leader go down. I didn’t see any NCO’s taking charge so I rode to them yelling at the top of my voice, “Hold the line men. Hold the line.”
Suddenly, a bullet grazed my left side and Stonewall gave out a loud whinny. I saw blood on his left ear, but it wasn’t bleeding profusely.
I kept yelling until the men were once more in some semblance of a line. I was getting ready to have them dismount and fight on foot, when I heard a hair raising Rebel Yell coming from the north. Captain Reedy’s northern force had arrived.
The Yanks halted their firing temporarily to look toward their new nemesis.
It gave me the chance to yell at Greenley’s men, “Don’t stop firing. Pour it into ‘em boys.”
The men reacted with new alacrity.
When Captain Reedy’s men appeared, they rode down the western side of the Yank supply train in a column of fours. His men were taking pot shots at the Yank supply wagon drivers, who were deserting their wagons and running back toward Boonsboro as fast as jack rabbits.
However, what Captain Reedy did next was a superb and morale crushing maneuver against our enemy. Instead of bringing his men into a battle line formation, he charged his men straight into the Yankee infantry. Their front line was penetrated like a ram driving through a barricade. Yanks were trampled under the hooves of our warrior’s steeds. In addition, the constant firing of our northern forces’ pistols in the faces of the Union soldiers on both sides of our four abreast column and the scream of the Rebel Yell must have seemed to the Yanks that demons from hell had been loosened on their ranks.
I saw what was happening and yelled, “Charge!”
We rode forward in a battle line firing what few rounds we had left in our pistols. This last maneuver was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The Yanks were totally unhinged. The rear portion of the third Yank infantry regiment that we had engaged broke and ran south into the main street of Gapland, crashing into the rest of their regiment and causing havoc to reign supreme in the rear of the Yankee column.