St.Clair was on foot, his horse killed, but Langdon was still riding, although there was a faint trickle of blood from his shoulder.

Some grim demon seized him as he saw Harry.
"We said we were coming back to Winchester," he shouted in his comrade's ear, "and we have come, but we don't stay.

Harry, how long does Old Jack expect us to march and fight without stopping ?" "Until you get through." Then the Invincibles, curving a little to the right, were lost in the flame and smoke, and the pursuit, Jackson continually urging it, swept on.

He seemed to Harry to be all fire.

He shouted again and again.