There was a brief struggle in the darkness.

Charlie emptied his pistols, and cut down more than one of his opponents, then a sword fell on his shoulder, while at the same moment he was ridden over by a Cossack, and was stunned by the force of his fall.
When he recovered consciousness, several men with torches were moving about him, and, at the orders of an officer, were examining the bodies of the fallen.

He saw them pass their swords through the bodies of three of his own men, who were lying near him, and as they came up to him he closed his eyes, expecting a similar fate.
"This is an officer, captain," one of the torch bearers said in Russian.
"Very well.

Carry him to the camp, then.

If he is alive, the general may want to question him." Seeing that he breathed, four of the Russian soldiers took him upon their shoulders, and carried him away.