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the Rebellion put down at a single blow. The road became a mass of neighing, plunging horses, broken and tangled wagons, ambulances and riderless artillery teams. Horses neighed in terror more abject than that which filled the hearts of men. Men once had reason--the poor horse had never claimed it. The blockades on the road formed no barrier to the flying men on foot. They streamed around and overflowed into the woods and fields and pressed on with new terror. God in Heaven! They pitied the poor fools engulfed in those masses of maddened plunging brutes and smashing wagons. It was only a question of a few minutes when Stuart's sabres would split every skull. John Vaughan was swept to the rear on the crest of this wave of terror. Up to the moment it began he had scarcely thought of danger. After the first few minutes of nerve tension under fire his spirit had risen as the combat raged and deepened. It didn't seem real, the falling of men around him. He had no time to realize that they were being torn to pieces by shot and shell and the hail of lead that whistled from those long sheets of flaming smoke-banks before him. And then the panic had seized him. He had caught its mad unreasoning terror from the men who surged about him. And it was every man for himself. The change was swift, abject, complete from utter unconsciousness of fear to the blindest terror. Some ran mechanically, with their eyes set in front as if stiff with fear, expecting each moment to be struck dead, knowing it was useless to try but going on and on because involuntary muscles were carrying them. A fat man caught hold of John's coat and held on for half a mile before he could shake him off. He begged piteously for help. "Don't leave me, partner!" he panted. "I'm a sinful man. I ain't fit to die. You're young and strong--save me!" The dead weight was pulling him down and John shook the fellow off with an angry jerk. "To hell with you!" They suddenly came to a lot of horses hid in the woods, rearing and plunging and neighing madly. John swerved out of their way and an officer rushed up to him crying: "Why don't you take a horse?" He looked at him in a dazed way before he could realize his meaning. "Take a horse!" he yelled. "The rebels will get 'em if you don't----" The men were too intent on running to try to save horses. Horses would have to look out for themselves. It suddenly occurred to John that a horse might go faster
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