All this time Nicholas Szondi and Sándor fought like demons in order to preserve breathing space, and by the time we got the general on his horse they were joined by several others.
The trooper held Görgei while I remounted, then Szondi joined me, and between us we cut our way through the press.
The news of the disaster quickly spread, and the hussars, disheartened by the loss of our gallant leader, drew off from the fight.
On the other hand, the Muscovites, imbued with fresh spirit, redoubled their efforts; the infantry resumed their advance, firing volley after volley into our retreating ranks.
Görgei made neither sound nor movement. He sat huddled up just as we placed him, and but for our support would have fallen helpless.
Szondi looked at me questioningly, but I shook my head. It was impossible for either of us to tell the extent of the mischief.
We rode fast till we were out of the line of fire, and I then suggested to my comrade that he should seek Klapka.
"He is in command now," I said, "and should be told at once."
Szondi nodded, and asked if I could manage alone; but the faithful Mecsey, who was close behind, volunteered to take his place.
This he did; and while Szondi galloped off to find Klapka, we proceeded with the general.