"We will drive them before us to the walls of Dublin." But fortune was already on the turn.

Mackay and Ruvigny, with the English and Huguenot cavalry, had succeeded in passing the bog at a place where two horsemen could scarcely ride abreast.

Saint Ruth at first laughed when he saw the Blues, in single file, struggling through the morass under a fire which every moment laid some gallant hat and feather on the earth.

"What do they mean ?" he asked; and then he swore that it was pity to see such fine fellows rushing to certain destruction.

"Let them cross, however;" he said.