eight o'clock
Blue-coated men wavered , broke , ran for the bridge , heading into the streets of the town . The gray lash curled around a handful of laggards and swept them into captivity . Then the brigade thundered on , driving the enemy back before they could reform , until the Yankees holed up in the courthouse , the depot , a handful of houses . Before eight o'clock it was all over , and the confidence of the weary raiders was back . They had showed 'em ! Drew had the usual mixture of sharp scenes to remember as his small portion of the engagement while he spurred Shawnee on past the blaze which was spreading through the center of the town , licking out for more buildings no one seemed to have the organization nor the will to save . He was riding with the advance of Giltner 's brigade , double-quicking it downriver to Keller 's Bridge .