In vain the leaders and their officers galloped backwards and forwards, endeavouring to restore confidence, and shouted to the men that victory was still in their grasp.

In the darkness and din they could only be heard by those immediately round them, and even these they failed to reanimate; and the men who had for seven hours fought, as Kleber himself reported, like tigers, lost heart.
Lescure had fallen in the fighting on the fourteenth.

Bonchamp and d'Elbee were both desperately wounded at the battle at Chollet, and were carried off by their men.

La Rochejaquelein, with whom Jean Martin and Leigh were riding, had made almost superhuman efforts to check the panic; and they fell back, almost broken hearted, with a band of peasants, who held together to the last.

On the previous day Leigh had escorted Patsey to Beaupreau, and it was to this town that the fugitives made their way, arriving there at midnight.
"Thank God that you are both alive!" Patsey said, bursting into tears as her husband entered the room in which she was established.
"We can hardly believe it ourselves," Jean said.