A British patrol that came in at this time, and some men taken at a neighboring house, swelled the number of prisoners to thirty-four. The American com-mander lost not a moment in securing his prisoners, and then fell back upon his covering-party, knowing full well that his only chance for safety lay in a rapid retreat, which was the more requisite, as some soldiers, quartered in the out-buildings, not-withstanding every precaution, had effected their escape. Cushing had not joined his assailing force to that which he had left in ambush, before a firing of guns and rockets shewed that the British posts were alarmed, and he had scarcely entered the Sprain road, along which he retired, when he was overtaken by Major Huggeford at the head of Delancey's cavalry. A skirmishing retreat was now kept up for more than six miles, the pursuing horse frequently attempting to charge; but the good dispositions made by the American com- mander, and the coolness and gallantry of the guides, officers and men, aided by a night of excessive darkness, rendered every adverse effort ineffectual. Toward day-break they approached the road leading from Whiteplains to Dobbs' Ferry. Here the British refugees got upon the left flank of the Americans, and compelled them to move by their right, across some open ground. Kipp, one of Delancey's captains, taking immediate advantage of this circumstance, led his troop to the charge; but a sharp fire from the rear of the Continental party, which killed or wounded several of the dragoons, here brought the pursuers to a stand, which was converted into a flight when the volunteers and guides urged