Garnet was not so fortunate.

Missing his footing, he fell from a considerable height, and his groans proclaimed that he had received some serious injury.

Catesby instantly flew to him, and demanded, in a tone of the greatest anxiety, whether he was much hurt.
"My right arm is broken," gasped the sufferer, raising himself with difficulty.

"What other injuries I have sustained I know not; but every joint seems dislocated, and my face is covered with blood.

Heaven have pity on me!" As he spoke, a shout of exultation arose from the hostile party, who, having heard Garnet's fall, and the groans that succeeded it, at once divined the cause, and made sure of a capture.