They cut through them, they trod them down, they drove them by scores and hundreds into the stream beyond, till those two battalions, or what remained of them, were but a tangled, drowning mob.

It was finished; the English squadron turned to retreat as had been ordered.
Then of a sudden Godfrey felt a dull blow.

For a few moments consciousness remained to him.

He called out some command about the retirement; it came to his mind that thus it was well to die in the moment of his little victory.

After that--blackness! When his sense returned to him he found himself lying in the curtained corner of a big room.