One of the cavalrymen was killed and several wounded.

Stuart promptly drew his men back to the edge of the wood, unlimbered and posted his cannon.

Quick as they were, the black wasps on the river buzzed and stung as fast.

Shells and solid shot were whistling among them and about them.

They were good gunners on those boats and the men in gray acknowledged it by the rapidity with which they took to shelter.
But Stuart's blood was at its utmost heat.