He was too dazed to cry aloud for rescue, but he remembered afterwards that the battle behind him was waning at the time.
He was dragged deeper into the forest, and the shots on the hill became fainter and fewer.

His sight cleared, but the darkness was so great that he could yet see little except the warrior who pulled him along.

Paul made an effort and gained a better footing.

It hurt his pride to be dragged, and now he walked on in the path that the warrior indicated.
They stopped after a while in an open space in the forest.

The moon was clearing a little, and Paul saw other warriors standing about.