The charge was irresistible, and the enemy at once fled at full speed along the rampart or leapt from the wall into the lane below.
"Well done, men, well done!" Hector shouted.

"Do not pursue.

Reload your cannon, though I do not think there is much fear of their returning." A few minutes later the soldier who had carried the spikes, and who had been left on the wall, ran up to say that the last cart had passed out.
"Go and tell the other party to fall back to the gate," Hector said; "but first give me two spikes and the hammer.

They might run these cannons into the places of those disabled." So saying, he spiked the two guns that had done such good service, and then retired to the gate, where he was joined by the remainder of the company.

As the bugle rung out after the last wagon had passed, and he saw the troops issuing from the houses at the corners of the cross streets, he marched his company across the drawbridge, out into the country, and followed the guns.