They were given to orderlies and sent to the rear.

Harry and Dalton returned to the side of their fallen general.

While all stood there trying to decide what to do, an aide who had gone down the road reported that a battery of Northern artillery was unlimbering just before them.
"Then we must take the General away at once," said Hill.
Hill lifted in his arms the great leader who was now almost too weak to speak, although he opened his eyes once, and, as ever, thoughtful of his troops and the cause for which he fought, said.
"Tell them it's only a wounded Confederate soldier whom you are carrying." Then he closed his eyes again and lay heavy and inert in Hill's arms.
Hill held him on his feet, and the young staff officers, now crowding around, supported him.

Thus aided he walked among the trees until they came to the road.

It was as dark as ever, save for the flash of the firing which went on continuously to right, to left, and in front, mingled now with the sinister rumble of cannon.
Harry, helping to support Jackson and overwhelmed with grief, felt as if the end of the world had come.