When they came close to the mass of horsemen, they poured in a volley, and then rushed forward, hastily fitting the short pikes they carried into their musket barrels; for, as yet, the modern form of bayonets was not used.  The Russians fought obstinately, but the infantry pressed their way step by step through them, until they reached the spot where the king, with his little troop of cavalry, were defending themselves desperately from the attacks of the Russians.

The arrival of the infantry decided the contest, and the Russians began to draw off, the king hastening the movement by plunging into the midst of them with his horsemen.

Charlie was on the flank of the company as it advanced, and, after running through a Russian horseman with the short pike that was carried by officers, he received a tremendous blow on his steel cap, that stretched him insensible on the ground.  When he recovered, he felt that he was being carried, and soon awoke to the fact that he was a prisoner.

After a long ride, the Russians arrived at Plescow.  They had lost some sixty men in the fight.  Charlie was the only prisoner taken.  He was, on dismounting, too weak to stand, but he was half carried and half dragged to the quarters of the Russian officer in command.  The latter addressed him, but, finding that he was not understood, sent for an officer who spoke Swedish.

“What were the party you were with doing in the wood?”

“We were hunting wolves and bears.”

“Where did you come from?”

“From Marienburg.”

“How strong were you?”

“Fifty horse and a hundred and forty foot,” Charlie replied, knowing there could be no harm in stating the truth.

“But it was a long way to march, merely to hunt, and your officers must have been mad to come out, with so small a party, to a point where they were likely to meet with us.”

“It was not too small a party, sir, as they managed to beat off the attack made upon them.”

The Russian was silent for a moment, then he asked: 

“Who was the officer in command?”

“The officer in command was the King of Sweden,” Charlie replied.

An exclamation of surprise and anger broke from the Russian general, when the answer was translated to him.

“You missed a good chance of distinguishing yourself,” he said to the officer in command of the troops.  “Here has this mad King of Sweden been actually putting himself in your hands, and you have let him slip through your fingers.  It would have got you two steps in rank, and the favour of the czar, had you captured him, and now he will be in a rage, indeed, when he hears that five hundred cavalry could do nothing against a force only a third of their number.”

“I had no idea that the King of Sweden was there himself,” the officer said humbly.

“Bah, that is no excuse.  There were officers, and you ought to have captured them, instead of allowing yourself to be put to flight by a hundred and fifty men.”