e din in front of us ceased, though the report of
firearms to the right and left of us still continued. We could hear the
tramp of men and the cries and groans of the wounded in front, but the
uproar towards the market-place was quelled. No shots were heard, no
clashing of swords, no shouts and shrieks.

"The enemy have retreated! The Malignants are flying!" was the cry
passed along the lines.

Still, we could scarcely believe it possible. But an hour had passed
since the attack had commenced, and our little garrison had driven back
once more the well-equipped troops of Prince Maurice.

The storm raged fiercely during the night, and many fearing that another
attack might be made, the greater portion of the garrison remained under
arms, ready for any emergency.

Not until morning was the full extent of the Cavaliers' loss discovered.
Within the lines well-nigh four hundred men lay stark and stiff where
they had fallen, struck down by the fire from the houses and the fierce
onslaught in front and rear, few prisoners having been taken.

Outside the trenches a hundred more strewed the ground, among them many
officers of distinction, including Colonel Blewett, a gallant gentleman,
greatly esteemed by Maurice. We knew this, because early in the morning
the Prince sent a herald to request that he might be restored if a
prisoner, or that his body might be given up if dead.

A prisoner he was not, for every officer who had come inside the lines
had been slain. The Colonel answered that the body should be restored
if found, provided our people were not injured while searching for it
and burying the dead. Before long the body of the Cavalier was
discovered where he had fallen, at the entrance of the town, leading on
his men. It was placed with all decency in a coffin, and Colonel Blake
sent word that it was ready to be delivered up, and that he hoped, in
return, his friend Mr Harvey would be set at liberty.

The Prince, to the indignation of the garrison, replied that they might
keep the body, and refused to give up Mr Harvey. The coffin was,
notwithstanding, carried to the lines opposite Holme Bush, when a signal
was made to the heralds to come for it. Colonel Blake stood by to
receive them.

"Have you any orders to pay for the shroud and coffin?" he asked.

"We have received none," was the answer.

"Take them, notwithstanding," answered the Colonel, curling his
whiskers, as was his wont when angered. "We ar