He gave a wild whoop, threw his cap high up into the air, and then, without a word of greeting, turned his horse's head and galloped away again, at the top of his speed, to carry the good news to Captain Davenant.

Half an hour later, the column rode into camp, and Walter was clasped in his father's arms.
That evening, Walter's three companions were enrolled in the troop, and, hearing that there were vacancies for fifteen more, volunteered to return to the hills, and to bring back that number of men from the peasants hiding there.

This mission they carried out, and, by the end of the week, Captain Davenant's troop was again made up to its full strength.
The unsuccessful result of the siege of Schomberg's camp greatly damped Walter's enthusiasm.

He had been engaged in two long and tedious blockades, and, with the exception of some skirmishes round Derry, had seen nothing whatever of fighting.

Neither operation had been attended by any decisive result.