Here, jump up! We've saved the guns from capture! And listen how the rifle fire is increasing." Sherburne sprang into the saddle and his little band of surviving troopers gathered around him.

They uttered a shout, too, as they saw heavy forces of their own cavalry coming up and charging, sabre in hand.
Inspired by the sight and forgetting his wound, Sherburne wheeled about and led his little band in a charge upon the Northern flank.
A desperate battle with sabres ensued.

Forest and open rang with shouts and the clash of steel, and hundreds of pistols flashed.

The Northern horsemen were driven back.

Davis, who led them here, a Southerner by birth, but a regular officer, a man of great merit, seeking to rally them, fell, wounded mortally.