Hark! they are there before me," and he spurred on to the very centre of the _melee_.
Sir Nigel was not long after him.

The enemy was driven back with fearful loss.

Scaling-ladders were thrown down; the archers on the walls, better accustomed to their ground, marking their foes by the torches they carried, but concealed themselves by the darkness, dealt destruction with as unerring hand as their more famous English brethren.

Shouts and cries rose on either side; the English bore back before the sweeping stroke of Nigel Bruce as before the scythe of death.

For the brief space of an hour the strife lasted, and still victory was on the side of the Scots--glorious victory, purchased with scarce the loss of ten men.