he town the battle went on in spite of the order to retreat.
The Hungarians scattered the burning hay and in the darkness of the
night became so mixed with their foes that they could only be
distinguished by the war cry. The retreating army of the Turks in the
darkness and confusion now fled toward the enemy, now cut down their
own comrades, and in their effort to imitate the war cry of the
Hungarians met with still greater misfortune, for since they could not
pronounce Michael Angyal but shouted Michael Andschal instead, they
were the more easily recognized by the Hungarians. The Turkish army
was utterly defeated. They left more than a thousand dead in the
streets and vicinity of the church; and had it not been for the
mountain ravines where it was not advisable for the Hungarians to
follow, they would have been completely annihilated.

George Veer ordered the trumpet to sound for the rally of the
scattered troops, while Banfy in his restless rage sought to pursue
the fleeing foe. In vain! Every way was closed by the hastily felled
trees.

"We are forced to let them escape," said Veer, sheathing his sword.

"Maybe not," said Banfy, excited, and rode up a hill where he appeared
to see something. Suddenly he shouted joyfully:--"Look there! The
signal fires are just being lighted." And it was a fact! The signal
bonfires were seen blazing in a long line along the Gyalu mountains.

"There are our men!" shouted Banfy, with fresh enthusiasm. "The Turk
is in a snare!"

And he collected his forces again and galloped toward the barricaded
streets, giving no heed to the warning of the more cautious Veer.

* * * * *

Ali Pasha had meantime sent ahead his tents, camels and the
booty-laden wagons, with Dschem-Haman to open up the road over the
mountain. While Dschem-Haman went forward in the darkness, leveling a
road, he suddenly heard a conversation on the steep rocks towering
above his head and saw a troop of armed men come in sight. Both troops
spoke at once,--"Who are you? What are you doing?"

"We are carrying stones," replied Dschem-Haman. "We too are carrying
stones," shouted those above.

"We are Dschem-Haman's men, who are clearing the stones out of the way
for Ali Pasha,--and you, are you not Csaki's men?"

"We are gathering stones to throw at the head of Ali Pasha, and are
Michael Angyal's men," was the reply from above; and at the same
moment there fell on the head of the Turk a