He was dimly conscious of rushing down those steps shortly after, with a precious burden in his arms.

How he struggled through the smoke and fire, or how he kept his feet on that tottering staircase, no one knows.

It's enough to say he struggled forward down the stairs and across the hall as far as the outer door, where some one snatched his unharmed burden from his arms and carried her to a place of safety, where already her father, tended by his faithful servant, was recovering consciousness.
"The courtyard by this time was crowded with troopers, Royalist and Roundhead, and above the roar of the flames and the crashing of falling roofs there rose the report of guns and the clash of swords.

Morgan, half stunned and like a man in a dream, was standing propped up against a tree a helpless spectator of the scene, when suddenly one of his own men rushed up to him and saluted.
"`The colonel, sir, is dead.

He was under yonder wall as it fell.