The Enniskillen horse, no longer in danger of being mowed down by the fire of the artillery, came fast up the causeway.

The Irish dragoons who had run away in the morning were smitten with another panic, and, without striking a blow, galloped from the field.

The horse followed the example.

Such was the terror of the fugitives that many of them spurred hard till their beasts fell down, and then continued to fly on foot, throwing away carbines, swords, and even coats as incumbrances.

The infantry, seeing themselves deserted, flung down their pikes and muskets and ran for their lives.
The conquerors now gave loose to that ferocity which has seldom failed to disgrace the civil wars of Ireland.