In the meantime the Earl of Galway, seeing that the battle was lost, through the cowardice of the Portuguese, was preparing to withdraw his men, and had only despatched Pierce’s brigade to check the advance of the enemy while he did so.  Seeing that these, by their ardour, were irretrievably cut off, he gave the order to the Marquis Montandre to draw off the British infantry, who alone remained firm, and against whom the whole of the French and Spanish forces now advanced; while he himself with a small body of cavalry, charged into the midst of the enemy in hopes of reaching Pierce’s brigade and drawing it off.

Although weakened by the loss of that brigade, attacked on both flanks as well as in front, and frequently charged by the Spanish horse, among which Crofton’s dragoons were conspicuous for their bravery, the retreating British maintained admirable order.  Occasionally, when severely pressed, they charged the enemy and beat them back; till they were able to withdraw from the field with comparatively trifling loss, thus saving the flying Portuguese from annihilation.  As at Almanza, the whole of the fighting, and almost all the loss, fell upon the English, although a considerable number of the Portuguese were cut down in their flight, before the Spanish cavalry returned to join in the attack on the retiring English.  The allies had, altogether, seventeen hundred men killed or wounded, and two thousand three hundred taken prisoners, of whom fifteen hundred were Pierce’s brigade; and eight hundred Portuguese, who were cut off by the cavalry.

Among the prisoners were the Earl of Barrimore, all the officers of Pierce’s brigade, Lord Pawlet, one of the earl’s aides-de-camp, two of his pages, and his master of horse.

After the battle was over, and Desmond had rejoined the marshal, he was sent to ride over the field, and ascertain who had fallen and what prisoners had been taken.  Night was already coming on, and, after fulfilling his mission as far as was possible in the confusion, he came upon two Spanish soldiers, with a prisoner.

“Whom have you there?” he asked, in Spanish.

“I don’t know, sir.  We found him lying under his horse, which, in its fall, had so pinned down his leg that he could not escape.  Several others had fallen round him, and it was only when we heard a cry for help that we turned the dead horse over, and found him under it, and then got him out.”

Standing close, there was light enough for Desmond to distinguish the prisoner’s features.  He gave a slight start of surprise, then he said: 

“You have done well, my men.  Here is a doubloon, to get some drink with your comrades when you get into the town.  I will look after the prisoner.”

The men saluted and went off, well pleased to have got rid of the trouble of marching their prisoner into the town.  Mike, rather surprised, moved up to take charge of the captive.

“My lord,” Desmond said, “I will now endeavour to repay the kindness you showed me.