Malchus seeing this shouted at the top of his voice: "Fly, Trebon, you cannot help us, save those you can." Seeing that he could render his friend no assistance, Trebon turned round and galloped off with nine of the soldiers who had made their way with him to the gate.

Five had already fallen, and Malchus shouted to the other six to throw down their arms and yield themselves as prisoners.

This they did, but two of them were killed before the villagers perceived they had surrendered.
Malchus and the others were dragged from their horses, bound hand and foot, and thrown into one of the huts.

The natives shouted in triumph, and yells of delight arose as the packages borne by the baggage animals were examined, and the variety of rich presents, intended for the various chiefs, divided among them.
Most of the captives were more or less severely wounded, and some of the natives presently came into the hut and examined and bound up the wounds.
"Keep up your spirits," Malchus said cheerfully, "it is evident they don't intend to kill us.

No doubt they are going to send us prisoners to the Romans, and in that case we shall be exchanged sooner or later.