Within three minutes of the first attack the invaders were flying for their lives across the lough.

Three of their number were left on the field senseless, and for all we knew stone dead.
I confess that victory is sometimes more terrible than defeat, and any relief our little garrison felt in the danger averted was lost in the counting of the cost.

My little mistress, especially, was not to be held till the door was opened, and she could go out to where the victims lay.
Of the three, one--he who had caught the fire of the gun on the wall-- was dead.

The other two were senseless, but only slightly wounded.

The one, whom I had brought down, was bleeding from a wound in the forearm; and the other, who was shot with no will of her own by the frightened servant-maid, was deeply grazed on the cheek.
We had scarcely carried the two wounded men inside, when a clatter of hoofs in the avenue warned us that the sergeant, true to his promise, had come to our succour, and not alone.