"Thanks, Chaloner! thanks, Beverley!" said a voice which they
immediately recognized. It was that of Grenville, one of the king's
pages. "These fellows with me were just about to run, if you had not
come to our aid. I will remain with them no longer, but join you if
you will permit me. At all events, remain here till they go away--I
will send them off."
Grenville then said to the men, "My lads, you must all separate, or
there will be no chance of escape. No more than two should ride
together. Depend upon it, we shall have more of the troops here
directly."
The men, about fifteen in number, who had been in company with
Grenville, considered that Chaloner's advice was good, and without
ceremony set off, with their horses' heads to the northward, leaving
Chaloner, Edward, and Grenville together on the field of the affray.
About a dozen men were lying on the ground, either dead or severely
wounded: seven of them were of the king's party, and the other five of
the Parliamentary troops.
"Now, what I propose," said Edward, "is this: let us do what we can
for those who are wounded, and then strip off the dresses and
accouterments of those Parliamentary dragoons who are dead, and dress
ourselves in them, accouterments and all.
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