Jackson was leading on his own men who had stood so long on the defensive. The retreating Union line was broken, guns were lost, and there was a vast turmoil and confusion. Yet out of it some order finally emerged, and although the Union army was now driven back at every point it inflicted heavy losses upon its foe, and under the lead of brave commanders great masses gathered upon the famous Henry Hill, resolved, although they could not prevent defeat, to save the army from destruction. Night was coming down for the second time upon the field of battle, lost to the North, although the North was ready to fight again. Lee and Jackson looked upon the heavy Union masses gathered at the Henry Hill, and then looking at the coming darkness they stopped the attack. Night heavier than usual came down over the field, covering with its friendly veil those who had lost and those who had won, and the twenty-five thousand who had fallen. CHAPTER VI. THE MOURNFUL FOREST As the night settled down, heavy and dark, and the sounds of firing died away along the great line, Dick again sank to the ground exhausted. Although the battle itself had ceased, it seemed to him that the drums of his ears still reproduced its thunder and roar, or at least the echo of it was left upon the brain. He lay upon the dry grass, and although the night was again hot and breathless, surcharged with smoke and dust and fire, he felt a chill that went to the bone, and he trembled all over. Then a cold perspiration broke out upon him. It was the collapse after two days of tremendous exertion, excitement and anxiety. He did not move for eight or ten minutes, blind to everything that was going on about him, and then through the darkness he saw Colonel Winchester standing by and looking down at him. “Are you all right, Dick, my boy?” the colonel asked. “Yes, sir,” replied Dick, as his pride made him drag himself to his feet. “I'm not wounded at all. I was just clean played out.” “You're lucky to get off so well,” said the colonel, smiling sadly. “We've lost many thousands and we've lost the battle, too. The killed or wounded in my regiment number more than two-thirds.” “Have you seen anything of Warner and Pennington, sir? I lost sight of them in that last terrible attack.” “Pennington is here. He has had a bullet through the fleshy part of his left arm, but he's so healthy it won't take him long to get well. I'm sorry to say that Warner is missing.” “Missing, sir? You don't say that George has been killed?” “I don't say it. I'm hoping instead that he's been captured.” Dick knew what the colonel meant. In Colonel Winchester's opinion only two things, death or capture, could keep Warner from being with them. “Maybe he will come in yet,” he said. “We were mixed up a good deal when the darkness fell, and he may have trouble in finding our position.”