When he recovered, he felt that he was being carried, and soon awoke to the fact that he was a prisoner.
After a long ride, the Russians arrived at Plescow.

They had lost some sixty men in the fight.

Charlie was the only prisoner taken.
He was, on dismounting, too weak to stand, but he was half carried and half dragged to the quarters of the Russian officer in command.
The latter addressed him, but, finding that he was not understood, sent for an officer who spoke Swedish.
"What were the party you were with doing in the wood ?" "We were hunting wolves and bears." "Where did you come from ?" "From Marienburg." "How strong were you ?" "Fifty horse and a hundred and forty foot," Charlie replied, knowing there could be no harm in stating the truth.
"But it was a long way to march, merely to hunt, and your officers must have been mad to come out, with so small a party, to a point where they were likely to meet with us." "It was not too small a party, sir, as they managed to beat off the attack made upon them." The Russian was silent for a moment, then he asked: "Who was the officer in command ?" "The officer in command was the King of Sweden," Charlie replied.
An exclamation of surprise and anger broke from the Russian general, when the answer was translated to him.
"You missed a good chance of distinguishing yourself," he said to the officer in command of the troops.

"Here has this mad King of Sweden been actually putting himself in your hands, and you have let him slip through your fingers.

It would have got you two steps in rank, and the favour of the czar, had you captured him, and now he will be in a rage, indeed, when he hears that five hundred cavalry could do nothing against a force only a third of their number." "I had no idea that the King of Sweden was there himself," the officer said humbly.
"Bah, that is no excuse.