He had no doubt that Warner was among them.
His sense of direction was good, and, as his blurred faculties regained their normal keenness, he could mark the exact line by which they had advanced, and the exact line by which they had retreated.

Warner unquestionably lay near the edge of the wood and he must seek him.

Were it the other way, Warner would do the same.
Dick stood up.

He was no longer dizzy, and every muscle felt steady and strong.

He did not know what had become of Colonel Winchester, and his comrades still lay upon the ground in a deep stupor.
It could not be a night of order and precision, with every man numbered and in his place, as if they were going to begin a battle instead of just having finished one, and Dick, leaving his comrades, walked calmly toward the wood.