In the darkness it was utterly impossible to distinguish friend from foe, and numbers on both sides were mown down by the volleys of their own party.

In the streets and gardens of the little village men fought desperately with pikes and clubbed muskets.

Unable to act in the darkness, and losing many men from the storm of bullets which swept over the village, the Swedish cavalry who had accompanied the column turned and fled; and being unable to resist so vast a superiority of force, Kniphausen gave the word, and the Scotch fell slowly back under cover of the heavy mist which rose with the first breath of day, leaving 500 men, nearly half their force, dead behind them.
Nigel Graheme's company had suffered severely; he himself was badly wounded.

A lieutenant and one of the ensigns were killed, with thirty of the men, and many others were wounded with pike or bullet.

Malcolm had had his share of the fighting.