They stopped once for two hours, to refresh themselves and their horses, and rode into Vendome's camp soon after nightfall.

A large tent had been already erected for Berwick's use, close to that of the marshal; and another, close by, for the use of the officers who might come with him.
A quarter of an hour later, a soldier entered the aides-de-camp's tent, with a large tray.
"The Duke of Berwick bids me say, gentlemen, that he is supping with the marshal, who has sent these dishes to you from his own table." "Please to give our thanks to the Duke of Vendome, for his kindness," Desmond said; but when the soldier had left the tent, he went on, "I have no doubt that this is the result of a suggestion on the part of Berwick, and greatly obliged to him we must feel.

We had just been saying that we supposed we should get nothing to eat till tomorrow morning, while here is a supper worthy of the marshal, and four flasks of wine, which I doubt not are good." It was ten o'clock before the duke returned to his tent, when he at once sent for his aides-de-camp.
"There will be nothing more for you to do, tonight, gentlemen.
Sleep soundly, for we shall have a hard day's work tomorrow.

We are to cross the Scheldt again at daybreak.

The enemy are on the other side of the Dender, and the next day a pitched battle will probably be fought.