Ashby had been shot through the heart and killed instantly.
Harry gazed around him, struck with grief and dismay, but he saw only the resistless rush of the infantry.

The Invincibles and their comrades were avenging the death of Turner Ashby.

Tired of retreating and hot for action they struck the Northern division with a mighty impact, shattering it and driving it back rapidly.

The Southern cavalry, recovering also, struck it on the flank, and the defeat was complete.
Fremont's wish was denied him.

After so much hard marching and such a gallant and tenacious pursuit, he had gone the way of the other Northern generals who opposed Jackson, and was beaten.
Although they had driven back the vanguard, winning a smart little victory, and telling to Fremont and Shields that the pursuit of Jackson had now become dangerous, there was gloom in the Southern army.