Three or four of Beaduheard's men rode up to their master's help in haste, caring naught that a dozen of the Danes had sprung forward.

There was a wild shouting and stamping, and the horses went down as the axes of the Danes flashed.

Two more of the sheriff's men joined in, and I saw the Danes hew off the points of their levelled spears.
Then into the huddled party of our men who were watching the fight--still doubting whether they should join in or fly--rode a dozen Danes from out of the country, axe and sword in hand, driving them back on the main line of the vikings, and then the fight seemed to end as suddenly as it began.

Two or three horses went riderless homeward, and that was how Dorchester learned that Beaduheard the sheriff had met his end.
The Danes fell back into their places, one or two with wounds on them; and Thorleif rose up from the ground, shaking his armour into place, and looking round him on those who lay there.

They were all Saxons.