The Spaniards were seen coming up the glade, a troop two hundred strong.

The leaders were on horseback, some fifteen in number; and after them marched the pikemen, in steady array, having men moving at a distance on each flank, to prevent surprise.
"This," said Ned, "is a regular military enterprise.

The last was a mere pursuing party, gathered at random.

It will not be so easy to deal with cautious men, like these." Three hounds ran ahead of the leaders, with their noses on the ground, giving now and then the deep bay peculiar to their kind.
They reached the trap, and rushed into the gallery, which was some twelve feet in length, and of sufficient height to enable a man on foot to march through.
The leaders, on seeing the trap, drew in their horses, in doubt what this structure could mean, and shouted to the hounds to stop.
But the latter, having the scent strong in their nostrils, ran on without pausing.

As the last hound disappeared in the gallery, a crash was heard, and the whole erection collapsed, crushing the hounds beneath it.
A cry of consternation and surprise burst from the Spaniards.