They looked like a set of Nabobs, in their flaming regimentals

From The Road to Guilford Courthouse by John Buchanan. Page 326.

Major McArthur and his men were now truly alone. Twenty-three-year-old Major James Jackson with some of his Georgia boys rushed into the midst of the Highlanders and attempted to seize their colors. He got them in his grasp, lost them, then pushed on farther and seized Major McArthur, whom he made prisoner. Forsaken by their comrades, surrounded and hemmed in closely, further resistance meant useless slaughter. They had gone into battle with sixteen officers; nine were dead or wounded. John Eager Howard called out for surrender. The Scots grounded their arms. Major Archibald McArthur, proud veteran of a fighting people, handed his sword to Colonel Andrew Pickens of the Long Cane Creek Regiment of Militia. Joseph Mcjunkin said of the Scots: “They looked like a set of Nabobs, in their flaming regimentals,” in contrast to the partisans, “in our tattered hunting shirts, black, smoked, and greasy.