It's better for some of us to escape than for all of us to be down or be taken." Dick knew that his logic was good, but the mortification nevertheless remained a long time.

There was some consolation, however, in the fact that his own particular friends had neither fallen nor been taken.
They still heard the shouts of pursuing horsemen, and shots rattled about them, but now the covering darkness was their friend.

They drew slowly away from all pursuit.

The shouts and the sounds of trampling hoofs died behind them, and after two hours of hard riding Colonel Winchester drew rein and ordered a halt.
It was a disordered and downcast company of about fifty who were left.

A few of these were wounded, but not badly enough to be disabled.