Wilbourn seized the reins of Little
Sorrel and then Harry felt the thrill of horror again as he saw Jackson
reel forward and fall. But he was caught in the arms of the faithful
Wilbourn.

They laid Jackson on the ground, and a courier was sent in haste for his
personal physician, Dr. McGuire. Harry sprang down, and abandoning his
horse, which he never saw again, knelt beside his general. Wilbourn
with a penknife was cutting the sleeve from the shattered arm.

The whole battle passed away for Harry. Death was in his heart at that
moment. When he looked at the white, drawn face of Jackson and his
shattered arm, he had no hope then, nor did he ever have any afterwards,
save for a few moments. The paladin of the Confederacy was gone,
shot down in the dark by his own men.

General Hill, who also had been in great danger from the bullets of the
North Carolinians, galloped up, sprang from his horse and helped to bind
up the shattered arm.

"Are you much hurt, General?" he asked, his face distorted with grief
and alarm.

"I fear so," was the reply, in a weak voice, "and I have suffered all my
wounds from my own men. I think my right arm is broken."

Harry remained motionless. He saw Dalton by his side, and he also saw
tears on his face. Jackson closed his eyes and uttered no word of
complaint, although it was obvious that he was suffering terribly.
General Hill felt his pulse. He was rapidly growing weaker. Harry was
so stunned that he would not have known what to do, even had not senior
officers been present. When his pulse began to beat again he remained
silent, waiting upon his superiors.

But Harry was now alert and watchful again. He heard the heavy firing
of the skirmishers on the right, on the left, and in front, and through
the darkness he saw the flashes of flame. The little group around the
fallen man was detached from the army and the enemy might come upon them
at any moment. Even as he looked, two Union skirmishers came through
the thicket and, pausing, their rifles in the hollows of their arms,
looked intently at the shadowy figures before them, trying to discern
who and what they were. It was General Hill who acted promptly.
Turning to Harry and Dalton, he said in a low tone:

"Take charge of those men."

The two young lieutenants, with levelled pistols, instantly sprang
forward and seized the soldiers before they had time to resist. They
were given to orderlies and sent to the rear.