body rushed at the enemy and drove them by the fury of their attack
some distance down the principal street. Then numbers told. The
band was broken up, and a desperate hand-to-hand conflict raged
for a time.

Two of the Scottish officers alone, Captain Innes and Lieutenant
Lumsden, succeeded in breaking their way down a side lane, and
thence, rushing to the wall, leapt down into the moat, and swimming
across, succeeded in making their escape, and in carrying the news
of the massacre to the camp of Gustavus, where the tale filled all
with indignation and fury. Among the Scotch regiments deep vows of
vengeance were interchanged, and in after battles the Imperialists
had cause bitterly to rue having refused quarter to the Scots at
New Brandenburg.

When the last melee was at its thickest, and all hope was at an
end, Malcolm, who had been fighting desperately with his half pike,
found himself for a moment in a doorway. He turned the handle,
and it opened at once. The house, like all the others, was full
of Imperialists, who had thrown themselves into it when the Scots
made their charge, and were now keeping up a fire at them from the
upper windows. Closing the door behind him, Malcolm stood for a
moment to recover his breath. He had passed unscathed through the
three days' fighting, though his armour and helmet were deeply
dinted in many places.

The din without and above was tremendous. The stroke of sword on
armour, the sharp crack of the pistols, the rattle of musketry,
the shouts of the Imperialists, and the wild defiant cries of the
Highlanders mingled together.