The palmer's object was to hold out until nightfall, and create as much delay as was attainable.

The sun was already half hidden behind the hills.
But the fall of the bridge now became inevitable.

Their ammunition was exhausted, and three of the assailants, armed with axes, occupied the bridge, while others were arriving at intervals.
"Let us at least gain five minutes," exclaimed the palmer.

"One sortie for the Pope and Rodolph of Suabia!" The bars were withdrawn and the gallant band poured out.
"Suabia!" shouted the palmer, as he launched a heavy mace at one who was hewing at the chain, and felled him to the earth.

With a well-aimed thrust he laid another at his feet, and so well was he seconded that the bridge was soon cleared.