The mountaineers took to instant flight, making for the woods, where they had left their horses.
Colonel Kenton and his friends came from the house, shaking hands joyfully with their deliverers.

Lanterns were produced, and they searched the lawn.

Three men lay stiff and cold behind the dwarf pines.
Harry shuddered.

He was seeing for the first time the terrible fruits of civil war.

It was not merely the pitched battles of armies, but often neighbor against neighbor, and sometimes the cloak of North or South would be used as a disguise for the basest of motives.
They also found two sanguinary trails leading to the wood in which the mountaineers had hitched their horses, indicating that the defenders of the Kenton house had shot well.