My father then observed them getting hatchets and crows, probably to assail the hall-door, and called aloud, "Let none fire but Hazlewood and me; Hazlewood, mark the ambassador." He himself aimed at the man on the grey horse, who fell on receiving his shot.

Hazlewood was equally successful.
He shot the spokesman, who had dismounted and was advancing with an axe in his hand.

Their fall discouraged the rest, who began to turn round their horses; and a few shots fired at them soon sent them off, bearing along with them their slain or wounded companions.

We could not observe that they suffered any farther loss.

Shortly after their retreat a party of soldiers made their appearance, to my infinite relief.