His horse was trembling all over from shock, and so was he, but neither was much harmed.

Beyond him the great cavalry division was galloping on, and he gazed at it a moment or two in a kind of stupor.

But he became conscious that the fire of the Southern skirmishers on its flank was growing heavier and that many horses without riders were running loose through the forest.
Then his gaze turned back to the little band that had stood in the path of the whirlwind, and he uttered a cry of joy as he saw Sherburne rising slowly to his feet, the blood flowing from a wound in his left shoulder.
"It isn't much, Harry," said the captain.

"It was only the point of the sabre that grazed me, but my horse was killed, and the shock of the fall stunned me for a moment or two.

Oh, my poor troop!" There was good cause for his lament.