“Methinks,” Harry said to Jacob, “the Roundheads have caught our men asleep, and it is an attack upon the houses rather than a cavalry fight.”

It was scarcely five minutes from the time they started when they approached the village.  By the light of a house which had been set on fire, Harry saw that his conjecture was well founded.  The Roundheads were dismounted, and were attacking the houses.

Halting just outside the village, Harry formed his men with a front across the whole road, and directed the lines to advance, twenty yards apart.  Then, placing himself at their head, he gave the word, and charged down the street upon the Roundheads.  The latter, occupied by their attack upon the houses, were unconscious of the presence of their foe until he was close upon them, and were taken utterly by surprise.  The force of the charge was irresistible, and the Roundheads, dispersed and on foot, were cut down in all directions.  Groups of twos and threes stood together and attempted resistance, but the main body thought only of regaining their horses.  In three minutes after the Royalists entered the village the surviving Roundheads were in full flight, hotly pursued by the victorious Cavaliers.  These, being for the most part better mounted, overtook and slew many of the Roundheads, and not more than half the force which had set out returned to their quarters at Didcot.  The pursuit continued to within half a mile of that place, and then Harry, knowing that there was a force of Roundhead infantry there, drew off from the pursuit, and returned to Chalcombe.  He found that more than half of Sir Ralph Willoughy’s men had been killed, many having been cut down before they could betake themselves to their arms, those quartered in the inn, and at two or three of the larger houses, having alone maintained a successful resistance until the arrival of succor.

Sir Ralph Willoughby was furious.  The disaster was due to his own carelessness in having contented himself with placing two pickets in advance of the village, and permitting the whole remainder of his force to retire to bed.  Consequently the picket, on riding in upon the approach of the enemy, were unable to awake and call them to arms before the Roundheads were upon them.  In his anger he turned upon Harry, and fiercely demanded why he had not sent him news of the approach of the enemy.

“You must have known it,” he said.  “Your men were all mounted and in readiness, or they could not have arrived here so soon.  You must have been close at hand, and only holding off in order that you might boast of having come to my relief.”

Harry, indignant at these words, turned on heel without deigning to give an answer to the angry man, and at once rode back to his own quarters.  Two hours later Prince Rupert rode up.  The firing had been reported, and Prince Rupert had ridden with a body of horse to Chalcombe.  Here he had heard Sir Ralph Willoughby’s version of the story, and had requested that officer to ride with him to Harry’s quarters.  The prince, with several of his principal officers, alighted at the inn, outside which Harry received him.  Prince Rupert led the way into the house.