Quentin Buchanan was trying his best to drink his tea upon his horse but it was near impossible. It got worse when there was the shaking ground of Johnny rebel before him. Oh yes, there were indeed many. He waved to William who was an adjutant of sorts. "Tell the darkies we're retreating. Oh, and get the one of them who's a runner to go to the forest, see if he can get them native chaps to cover our retreat if he can find them. On the double my lad." he'd say, before turning his horse and going back North. The Gatling guns were set up there by now along with the mortars, although it would still be some time before the proper artillery was in place, especially the siege pieces. 

The black runner took the message, and passed it along. The division stopped and even though even the Confederates with their superior ranged rifles were out of range, they nevertheless stood, and fired a volley before swiftly reloading. Only a few shots would land and at that distance they'd bounce off; most likely 0 injuries or casualties but it would hopefully stall the enemy and demoralize them. Then of course, they ran like hell back north to catch up with the British. The messager then told another fast man to run far back ahead to the 350 men who would have stayed back at the station and he'd tell them the rebs were coming. So they went and formed up to the north of the forest in a vertical column so that if the enemy decided to pursue the retreating negroes and British they'd all of a sudden come upon a considerable amount of firepower, all loaded, aiming and with perfectly organized lines to allow the maximum amount of men to fire. He himself meanwhile, ran to the forest and by sheer luck managed to find an Indian. "Cover us, please. We need to get back and the confederates are right on our tail!" he shouted to the Kalapuyan he saw, who was already running off. He could but hope he got the message before running to catch up with his comrades.

IF the confederates would go North to pursue the fleeing men, they'd come upon a sudden barrage of thrown axes and spears, arrows, and several shots ringing out, some in repetition from revolvers. Then, the natives would disappear into the forest. Although they were far better suited to fighting in it they wouldn't stand a chance. Besides, if they went in they knew general Alfred would fire upon the forest with his cannons hoping to get the rebels burnt alive inside.