The Prussians, infantry only, cannot chase on such terms; the Prussian cavalry, we know, is far rearward on the high ground.

Browne retires a mile or two,--southward, Budin-ward,--not chased; and there halts, and rearranges himself; thinking what farther he will do.

His aim in fighting had only been to defend himself; and in that humble aim he has failed.

Chase of the Prussians over that Homolka-Lobosch country, with the high grounds rearward and the Metal Mountains in their hands, he could in no event have attempted.
The question now is: Will he go back to Budin; or will he try farther towards Schandau?
Nature points to the former course, in such circumstances; Friedrich, by way of assisting, does a thing much admired by Lloyd;--detaches Bevern with a strong party southward, out of Lobositz, which is now his, to lay hold of Tschirskowitz, lying Budin-ward, but beyond the Budin Road.

Which feat, when Browne hears of it, means to him, "Going to cut me off from Budin, then?
From my ammunition-stores, from my very bread-cupboard!" And he marches that same midnight, silently, in good order, back to Budin.