The Indians melted away before them, and, when the exhausted regulars came back into the trail, the Indians rushed after them, still pouring in a murderous fire, and making the forest ring with the ferocious war whoop.

The Virginians, knowing the warfare of the wilderness, began to take to the shelter of the trees, from which they could fire at the enemy.

The brave though mistaken Braddock fiercely ordered them out again.

A score lying behind a fallen trunk and, matching the savages at their own game, were mistaken by the regulars for the foe, and were fired upon with deadly effect.

Other regulars who tried to imitate the hostile tactics were set upon by Braddock himself who beat them with the flat of his sword and drove them back into the open trail, where the rain of bullets fell directly upon them.
Robert looked upon the scene and he found it awful to the last degree.