Warrener held up his hand, and Captain Dunlop, who had stood all the time
quietly watching him, fired the train. A thundering explosion, a flight of
bodies and fragments of bodies through the air, a yell of terror from the
enemy, and then, as those already rushing triumphantly through the breach
stood paralyzed, the British fell upon them sword in hand; the men from
the other walls came rushing up, eager to take their part in the fray, and
the enemy inside the gate were either cut down or driven headlong through
it!

The crowd beyond, already shaken by the murderous fire that the party on
the walls kept up unceasingly upon them, while they stood unable to move
from the jam in front, had recoiled through their whole mass at the
explosion, and the sight of the handful of their comrades flying through
the gate completed the effect. With yells of rage and discomfiture, each
man turned and fled, while the defenders of the gateway passed out, and
joined their fire to that of their comrades above on the flying foe.

"Thank God, it is all over!" Major Warrener said; "but it has been hot
while it lasted. Have we had many casualties?"

The roll was soon called, and it was found that the besieged had escaped
marvelously. One young fellow, a civil servant, had been shot through the
head, by a stray ball entering the loophole through which he was firing.
Thirteen of the defenders of the gateway were wounded with pistol shots,
or with sword cuts; but none of the injuries were of a serious character.

It was now rapidly becoming dark, and Major Warrener mounted one of the
towers to have a last look.

The enemy had rallied at a distance from the walls, and two fresh bodies