Night fell, and the bugles sounded retreat; the soldiers had lost heart after three hours’ persistent fighting, with nothing gained. The dead lay piled at the barricades. Stanley remained on the roof until he was chilled and exhausted; he had been awake thirty-nine hours. ‘I retired for a couple of hours’ rest, completely fatigued, yet with the determination to be up before daylight; and, by five in the morning, I was at my post of observation on the roof.’ Stanley graphically described the scene behind the barricade, before the battle recommenced. Fresh troops now arrived, former failure was to be avenged. Again they hurl themselves on the barricades; ‘but they are thrust back by protruding bayonets, they are beaten down by clubbed muskets, they are laid low by hundreds of deadly bullets, which are poured on them; but, with fearless audacity, the Regulars climb over their own dead and wounded, and throw themselves over the barricades into the smoke of battle, to be hewed to death for their temerity.’ This completed the fourth defeat the Government troops experienced, and in the greatest disorder they ran towards the Corso; while the ‘Vivas’ to the Republic were deafening. ‘The Artillery re-open fire with grape, shell, and solid shot, and once more the old city of Saragossa quivers to its foundations. Another battalion has been added, and nearly six hundred men are found before the breast-works.’ The rear ranks were impelled electrically forward, and bodily heaved over the front ranks, quite into the barricades; others crowded on, a multitude bounded over, as if swept on by a hurricane, and the first barricade was taken, the insurgents threw down their arms, fell down on their knees, and cried for ‘quarter.’ Thus was Saragossa quelled and a thousand prisoners taken. ‘The valour and heroism of the insurgents, will, I fancy, have been chronicled solely by me, because the Government won the day, as they were bound to do.’ Stanley now hastened to Valencia, ‘from whence came reports of fierce cannonading; it was not in my nature to sit with folded arms, and let an important event, like that, pass without personal investigation.’ He was told he could not go, the trains did not run, miles of railway had been destroyed. ‘Can I telegraph?--No--Why?--No telegrams are allowed to pass by order of the Minister of War.--Heigh-ho! to Alicante, then!--Thence by sea to Valencia. I’ll circumnavigate Spain! but I _shall_ get to Valencia! I exclude all words like “fail,” “can’t,” from my vocabulary.’ Stanley had great difficulty, and many adventures, before he got, by sea, into Valencia, and found himself amid the roar of guns and the whiz of bullets.