The cloudy moon gave sufficient light for the sharpshooters, whose rifles flashed continuously.

The lighter field guns moved from the forests and bushes, and the troops of Thomas were compelled to turn again and again to fight them off.
The Winchester regiment was on the extreme flank, where the men were exposed to the fiercest attacks, but fortunately the thickets and hills gave them much shelter.

At times they lay down and returned the fire of the enemy until they beat him off.

Then they would rise and march on again.
All the officers had lost their horses, and Colonel Winchester strode at the head of his men.

Just behind were Dick, Pennington and some other members of his staff.