The fire was regular and steady, and the Americans continued to gain ground, having the advantage where it was open.
Despite the exertions of the invaders, their line gave way, and but for the help of the Indians they would have been routed.
The flanking party of red men kept up a galling fire on the right, and the patriots dropped fast.

The Indians on the Tory left were divided into six bands who kept up a continuous yelling which did much to inspirit each other, while the deadly aim told sadly upon the Americans.
The most powerful body of Indians was in a swamp on the left of the patriots, and by and by they outflanked them.

The Americans tried to manoeuvre so as to face the new danger, but some of them mistook the order for one to retreat.

Everything was thrown into confusion.
Colonel Zebulon Butler, seeing how things were going, galloped up and down between the opposing lines, calling out--"Don't leave me, my children.

Stand by me and the victory is ours!" But it was too late.