Colonel Hunt fell, shot in two places.

Officers and men were falling fast.

The guns could not be worked, and yet they could not be removed, for every effort to bring up teams from the shelter where the limbers lay ended in the death of the horses.

The survivors took refuge from the murderous fire in that small hollow to which Long had been carried, a hundred yards or so from the line of bullet-splashed cannon.

One gun on the right was still served by four men who refused to leave it.