Their course was ever uphill, and after an hour's walking they arrived at a farmhouse, situated just at the upper edge of the forest.
The litter was laid down outside the house.

The Welshman went in, saying something to his men, who at once sat down on the ground; for the journey, with Roger's weight, had been a toilsome one.

He made signs for Oswald to seat himself by the side of Roger.

The latter was now perfectly sensible.
"What has happened, master ?" he asked.
"We have been badly beaten, Roger; but when I last saw them our men had got together, and were fighting their way along the road.

I fancy more than half have been killed; but, as far as I could see of the field, I should say that three or four times as many Welsh had fallen." "That was a lucky thought of yours, Sir Oswald, about that chain." "I had always an idea that it might be found useful; and it at once occurred to me, as soon as I recovered my senses." "Are you wounded, too ?" Roger asked anxiously.
"No.