Five bodies remained on the floor.
As they were still seven to one against him, Vincent ran to the corner of the house, prepared to shoot them as they came round; but the ruffians were too scared to think of anything but escape, and they could be heard running and shouting across the fields.
Vincent ran into the house.

He had seen Lucy Kingston fall prostrate at the same instant as the ruffian facing her.

Strung up to the highest tension, and expecting in another second to be shot, the crack of Vincent's pistol had brought her down as surely as the bullet of Mullens would have done.

Even in the excitement of firing, Vincent felt thankful when he saw her fall, and knew that she was safe from the bullets flying about.

When he entered the room he found the old negress lying beside her, and thought at first that she had fallen in the fray.