emy's fire, lay down for the night in the position they had won.

Gustavus during the night caused planks to be thrown across the
broken bridge and prepared to assault at daybreak. Just as morning
was breaking, a Swedish officer with seven men climbed up the hill to
reconnoitre the castle, and found to his surprise that the drawbridge
was down, but a guard of 200 men were stationed at the gate. He was at
once challenged, and, shouting "Sweden!" sprang with his men on to
the end of the drawbridge. The Imperialists tried in vain to raise it;
before they could succeed some companions of the Swedes ran up, and,
driving in the guard, took possession of the outer court.

Almost at the same moment Ramsay's and Hamilton's regiments commenced
their assault on a strong outwork of the castle, which, after two hours'
desperate fighting, they succeeded in gaining. They then turned its guns
upon the gate of the keep, which they battered down, and were about to
charge in when they received orders from the king to halt and retire,
while the Swedish regiment of Axel-Lilly and the Blue Brigade advanced
to the storm.

The Scottish regiments retired in the deepest discontent, deeming
themselves affronted by others being ordered to the post of honour after
they had by their bravery cleared the way. The Swedish troops forced
their way in after hard fighting; and the Castle of Marienburg, so
long deemed impregnable, was captured after a few hours' fighting. The
quantity of treasure found in it was enormous, and there were sufficient
provisions to have lasted its garrison for twenty years.

Immediately the place was taken, Colonel Sir John Hamilton advanced to
Gustavus and resigned his commission on the spot; nor did the assurances
of the king that he intended no insult to the Scotch soldiers mollify
his wrath, and quitting the Swedish service he returned at once
to Scotland. Munro's regiment had taken no part in the storming
of Marienburg, but was formed up on the north side of the river in
readiness to advance should the first attack be repelled, and many were
wounded by the shot of the enemy while thus inactive.

Malcolm while binding up the arm of his sergeant who stood next to him
felt a sharp pain shoot through his leg, and at once fell to the ground.
He was lifted up and carried to the rear, where his wound was examined
by the doctor to the regiment.

"Your luck has not deserted you," he said after probing the wound. "The
bullet h