Leaves and twigs and little boughs fell in showers before their bullets, but whether they struck any of the foe they did not know.

The smoke soon rose in clouds and added to the dimness and obscurity of the forest.
"A great noise," shouted Tayoga in Robert's ear, "but it does not hurt the enemy, who sees his target and sends his bullets against it!" The soldiers were dropping fast and the bullets of the French and the savages were coming from their coverts in a deadly rain.

Robert, Willet and Tayoga, with the wisdom of the wilderness, remained crouched at the edge of the trail, but in shelter, and did not fire until they saw an enemy upon whom to draw the trigger.

Then a deeper roar was added to the thundering of the big muskets, as Braddock brought up the cannon, and they began to sweep the forest.

The English troops, eager to get at the foe, crowded forward, shouting "God save the King!" and the cheers of the Virginians joined with them.
"We'll win! We'll win!" cried Robert.