It is getting dark already, and you may, therefore, hope to pass unnoticed between the intervals of the enemy.

If you get there safely, do not try to return at once, but, like the rest, endeavour to make off during the night." Without waiting for orders, Mike followed his master.

Going down, they met the remnants of Biron's division flying in disorder.

They separated at the bridge of Mullen, and, with a word of adieu to his comrades, Desmond turned to the right, and rode for Groenvelde.
Suddenly, a volley of musketry was fired from the hill to the right.

Desmond staggered for a moment in the saddle, and the bridle fell from his left hand.