They had all kept near him during the struggle.
Eight of them had fallen, several others were wounded, and he himself had received a musket ball in the shoulder.

As soon as he saw that the battle was lost, he withdrew from it and made his way with the boys to the river bank; recrossed the stream, and struck across the country.

After proceeding some six miles they entered a wood, and lay down and slept for some hours, and then marched to Parthenay.
Here the band broke up and proceeded to their homes; while Leigh made his way to Lescure's headquarters, learned where his friends were lodged, and joined them.
Patsey gave a cry of alarm as he entered.

Fugitives had arrived before him, and it was already known that the attack on Nantes had failed, and that Cathelineau was mortally wounded.
"What is it, Leigh ?" "I am wounded in the shoulder.

It is nothing very serious, I think; though I suppose I sha'n't be able to hold a sword for some time." A surgeon was soon fetched, the ball extracted, and the wound bandaged; and they then sat down to talk over the events that had occurred.