The Southern van was driven back, but when the retreat was resumed the skirmishers and the cavalry came forward again, always firing at their retreating foe.
"I judge that it's going to be a very hot morning," said Colonel Winchester, wiping away a few drops of blood, where a bullet had barely touched his face.

"I think the wind of that bullet hurt me more than its kiss.

There will be no great battle to-day.

We can see now that they are not yet in strong enough force, but we'll never know a minute's rest until we're behind the Rappahannock.

Oh, Dick, if McClellan's army were only here also! This business of retreating is as bitter as death itself!" Dick saw the pain on his colonel's face and it was reflected on his own.
"I feel it, sir, in the same way.