He had no intention of losing his victory by an attack upon an intrenched foe, and drew off for the present.

His army encamped out of range and began to attend to the wounded and bury the dead.
Dick, feeling the reaction after so much exertion and excitement, sat down on a fallen tree trunk and drew long, panting breaths.

He saw Warner near and remembered the blood that had been dripping from his hand.
"Do you know that you are wounded, George ?" he said.

"Look at the back of your hand." Warner glanced at it and noticed the red stripe.

It had ceased to bleed.
"Now, that's curious," he said.