seven o'clock
`` Redeem , '' she repeated -- '' _ not Lantine _ . '' With a groan he ran round the gable of the cottage . A moment later we heard the gallop of his horse down the lane . At seven o'clock that morning the King 's forlorn hope of foot , in number about 1,000 , entered Lostwithiel after a smart skirmish with the rebel rearguard at the bridge ; and not long after , the rebel reserve of foot , perceiving their comrades giving ground and being themselves galled by two or three pieces of cannon which began to play upon them from the captured leaguer , moved away from the hill they had been holding : so that now we had the whole force falling back towards Fowey along the ridge , with our forlorn hope following in chase from field to field . Before eight the King himself with two troops of horse -LRB- one of them my brother 's -RRB- passed over a ford a little to the south of the town , with intent to catch this movement in flank : and there , by the ford 's edge , I believe , took a cartload of muskets with five abandoned pieces , two of them very long guns . The river being too deep , with a rising tide , for Margery to wade , we made our crossing by the bridge , where the fighting had been , but where there was now no soldiery , only a many dead bodies , some huddled into the coigns of the parapet , more laid out upon a patch of turf at the bridge end , the mud caked on their faces . It made me shiver to see : but my sister went by with scarce a glance and , once past the river , caught my hand and set off running after the troops .