He knew that night might save them, and he prayed deeply and fervently for its swift coming.
He and the sergeant came suddenly to Colonel Winchester, whose hat had been shot from his head, but who was otherwise unharmed.

Warner and Pennington were near, Warner slightly wounded but apparently unaware of the fact.

The colonel, by shout and by gesture, was gathering around him the remains of his regiment.

Other regiments on either side were trying to do the same, and eventually they formed a compact mass which, driving with all its force back toward its old position, reached the hills and the woods just as the jaws of Stonewall Jackson's vise shut down, but not upon the main body.
Victory, won for a little while, had been lost.

Night protected their retreat, and they fought with a valor that made Jackson and all his generals cautious.