The Zouave ran in this direction, and our soldier boy followed him.

Now that the excitement of the conflict was over, the enthusiasm which had buoyed him up began to subside.

The day was lost; all hopes of glory had fled; and a total defeat and rout were not calculated to add much strength to his over-tasked limbs.
He was nearly used up, and it was hard work to run--very hard work; and nothing but the instinct of self-preservation enabled him to keep the tall and wiry form of the Zouave in sight.

They reached the ravine, where the water was about three feet deep.

The shot, and shell, and bullets still fell in showers around them, and occasionally one of the luckless fugitives was struck down.