The gates were opened, and without any question the villagers passed out, and the gates were shut instantly behind them.
Walter and his comrade at once started at a brisk pace and walked all night in the direction of Hennebon.

Their clothes soon dried, and elated at their escape from danger they struggled on briskly.

When morning broke they entered a wood, and lay there till evening, as they feared to continue their journey lest they might fall into the hands of some roving band of French horse.

They were, too, dog-tired, and were asleep a few minutes after they lay down.

The sun was setting when they awoke, and as soon as it was dark they resumed their journey.
"I don't know what you feel, Master Walter, but I am well-nigh famished.
It is thirty-six hours since I swallowed a bit of food, just as the French were moving to the attack.