The King's correspondents pronounced it to be impossible that Londonderry should hold out.

His Majesty had only to appear before the gates; and they would instantly fly open.

James now changed his mind again, blamed himself for having been persuaded to turn his face southward, and, though it was late in the evening, called for his horses.

The horses were in a miserable plight; but, weary and half starved as they were, they were saddled.

Melfort, completely victorious, carried off his master to the camp.