The commander of the British volunteers smiled as the men crossed, and left some cavalry behind. "Easy pickings!" he announced, and continued with "Johnny rebel will get many a bullet in him today!" to a cheer from both the negroes and the volunteers. "You, blackies, march down and call the natives again, try to get the cavalry and take as many prisoners as you can, but don't waste your bullets." He'd say, to be echoed with another man saying "Aye, 'cos they're worth more than ya!" to a laugh and even giggle from the Commander. Thus, he rode off and rounded up the 350 men who stayed at the station before getting all to board the next train. Finally, he went over to the cannon crews and told them to go over to the creek and deploy at it right beside the train tracks so they could cross if they desired to the other side while still staying defended. Finally, the gatling gunners along with the mortars would also board the train, and with all men on, the commander hopped on too. 

Three hundred and fifty men had already reached Critchley's farm and after every man dropped a coin or two for his services, they completely looted his farm for bread, milk, jerky, a revolver with a few bullets, some powder and charge-paper, and then they ran south to catch up with the other men. 

Elsewhere, 700 men got off at Harris station, but the Confederates were already seizing the other farm, and they could do nothing about it. So.... It appeared the men had to hole up at Harrisburg. There they started to build up barricades here and there, place men at key points, and loot the buildings for whatever supplies they could find be it food or munitions. Then, they waited.