Mackay heard his men cursing and swearing as they stumbled among the rubbish.

"My lads," cried the stout old Puritan in the midst of the uproar, "you are brave fellows; but do not swear.
We have more reason to thank God for the goodness which He has shown us this day than to take His name in vain." The victory was complete.
Planks were placed on the broken arches of the bridge and pontoons laid on the river, without any opposition on the part of the terrified garrison.

With the loss of twelve men killed and about thirty wounded the English had, in a few minutes, forced their way into Connaught.
[100] At the first alarm D'Usson hastened towards the river; but he was met, swept away, trampled down, and almost killed by the torrent of fugitives.

He was carried to the camp in such a state that it was necessary to bleed him.

"Taken!" cried Saint Ruth, in dismay.