upon Craton's fumbling in his pocket for another cap, Jones approached and said these are his exact words:—Well, boys, you have got me, but you would not have got me if the damned cowardly hounds had stuck up to me.
Directly Ned Bonham and John Terrill rode up to us, and we all staid there for some little time thinking that the action was over, except the pursuit of the Yankees.
Without loading my pistol I rode up on the hill, which commanded a view of the Summit Point road, and seeing the enemy running, and having no idea that our men were in front of the Yankees, went back and reported that the enemy were running.
John Terrill went to reconnoitre, but never returned, having been driven off, but afterwards had the good fortune to capture a straggling Yankee.
When I got back I found Bonham and Craton quarreling about Jones's mare.
Craton and I were mounted, Craton on Jones's mare, Bonham and Jones being on the ground.
As suddenly as if they had sprung out of the earth, a smal