"Don't know about that," answered one of his men who was watching the Federals as they retired. "There is only one of them who appears to be badly hurt; and they have poor Moon and Hunt in limbo, sure."
"Better be prisoners than dead," answered the sergeant. "But, boys, let us to the lieutenant. It's strange the Yanks didn't try to take him back."
When they reached Calhoun, he was already showing signs of returning consciousness, and in a few minutes he was able to sit up and converse.
"Where are the Yankees?" was his first question.
"Gone."
"Then we whipped them after all," and his face lighted up with joy.
"Can't say that we did, Lieutenant," answered the sergeant; "but they left mighty sudden for some reason."
Calhoun looked around on his men with a troubled countenance. "I see only five of you," he said; "where are the rest?"
"Two are back nursing wounds," answered the sergeant. "Sheldon is hit, so hard hit I am afraid he is done for. As for Moon and Hunt, they have gone off with the Yanks."
"Prisoners?"