Lambert's men had been wavering all the while; his troopers now turned the noses of their pistols downwards; one troop came off entire to Ingoldsby; the rest broke up and fled.

But Lambert himself was Ingoldsby's mark.

Dashing up to him, pistol in hand, he claimed him as his prisoner.

There was a kind of scuffle, Creed and others imploring Ingoldsby to let Lambert go; and in the scuffle Lambert turned his horse and made off, Ingoldsby after him at full gallop.

They were men of about the same age, neither over forty, but Ingoldsby the stouter and more fearless for a personal encounter.