He had missed, and when the sergeant was ready to pull the trigger also Slade was gone.
Now, the colonel called to his men, and rising they charged into the wood.

It was evidently no part of Slade's plan to risk destruction as he blew a long high call on his whistle, and then he and all his men save the dead melted away like shadows.

The Winchesters stood among the trees, gasping and staunching their wounds, but victorious.
Now they had only a few moments for rest.

Bugles called and they rushed back to their old position just as the Southern cavalry, sabers circling aloft swept down upon them again.

They went once more through that terrible turmoil of fire and flashing steel, and a second time the Winchesters were victorious.