Three times he was wounded, and then the pressure ceased, and he was again galloping across the moors in pursuit of the Russian horse.
It was not until Seidlitz's force drew rein that he recovered the control of his horse.

Its flank was bleeding from a bayonet gash, and a bullet had gone through its neck.

The first wound was of comparatively small consequence, but he feared that the other was serious; but though the horse panted from its exertion and excitement, its breath came regularly; and it was evident that the ball had not hit the spine, for had it done so it would have fallen at once.
He turned and rode back with the cavalry, who dismounted a short distance from the scene of action, in readiness to take their part again, should they be required; while he pursued his way to the spot where the king had stationed himself, surrounded by several of his staff.

The king glanced at him, and then said: "You are relieved from duty, Major Drummond.

Let one of the surgeons see to you, at once." Fergus rode but a short distance and then, turning suddenly faint, he slid from his horse to the ground.