Prince Maurice of Dessau, riding in the dark till within twenty yards of the Austrians, was badly hit; and the storm of case and musket bullets that swept the approaches to Hochkirch was so terrible that Frederick's battalion had to fall back.
"The first thing is to find the marshal," Fergus said, as he rode out of Hochkirch.

"He must be somewhere to the right." [Illustration: Before he could extricate himself, Fergus was surrounded by Austrians] He galloped on until a flash of fire burst out, a few yards in front.

His horse fell dead under him and, before he could extricate himself from it, he was surrounded by Austrians.

An officer shouted to him to surrender and, seeing the hopelessness of resistance, he at once did so.
He looked round and, to his satisfaction, saw nothing of Karl.

He was placed in the midst of the Austrian regiment, under the charge of a sergeant, and told that he would be shot if he tried to escape.
Frederick, with more battalions that had come up, pushed on; thrusting the Austrians back until he had left Hochkirch on his left.