This was done in good order, and at a steady trot.
On seeing Terence standing in their path, an officer rode up to him.
"I surrender," Terence said.
A trooper was called out, and ordered to conduct him to the rear; where many other prisoners, who had been taken during the French advance, were gathered.

Here an English soldier bound up Terence's wound, from which the blood was streaming freely, a portion of the scalp having been shorn clean off.
"That was a narrow escape, sir," the man said.
"Yes; I don't know how it was that it did not sever my skull; but I suppose that it was a hasty blow, and the sword must have turned.
It might have been worse, by a good deal.

I am afraid things are going badly with us." "Badly enough, here," the soldier said; "but I think we are holding our own, in the centre.

There is a tremendous roar of fire going on, round that village there.

I was captured half an hour ago, and it has been growing louder and louder, ever since." For another two hours the battle continued and, as it still centred round the village, the spirits of the prisoners rose; for it was evident that, although the right had been driven back, the centre was at least holding its position, against all the efforts of the French.