Upon one of his excursions in the rear of the English army, Captain
Davenant's troops dashed down upon a convoy of waggons. The dragoons who
were escorting them were killed or driven off. The drivers were collected
in a group, for Captain Davenant always ordered that these men should not
be injured, as they were not combatants, and were in most cases obliged
to accompany their teams, which had been requisitioned for the service.
The men were collecting the waggons together, preparatory to setting them
on fire, when Walter, on riding near the group of drivers, heard himself
called by name. Turning round, he leapt from his horse and ran up to one
of the prisoners.
"My dear John!" he exclaimed, "I am glad indeed to see you. Why, what
brings you here?"
After exchanging hearty greetings, Walter led him away from the group,
and the two sat down together on a bank.
"What brings you here?" Walter repeated.
"All the waggons within miles round Dublin have been requisitioned," John
said; "and as our three were called for, my father suggested that I
should accompany them, to see that the horses were fed and cared for."
"Which are your waggons?" Walter asked.
"The three last in the column."
Walter immediately ran to his father, told him what had happened, and
begged that the three waggons should be exempted from the general
destruction.
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