Two horses were killed under him and four bullets pierced his clothing.

Braddock galloped back and forth, cursing and shouting to his men, and showing undaunted courage.

Robert believed that he never really understood what was happening, that the deadly nature of the surprise and its appalling completeness left him dazed.
How long Robert stood at the edge of the circle of death and fired into the bushes he never knew, but it seemed to him that almost an eternity had passed, when Tayoga seized him by the arm and shouted in his ear.
"It is finished! Our army has perished! Come, Lennox!" He wiped the smoke from his eyes, and saw that the mass in red and blue was much smaller.

Braddock was still on his horse, and, at the insistence of his officers, he was at last giving the command to retreat.

Just as the trumpet sounded that note of defeat he was shot through the body and fell to the ground where, in his rage and despair, he begged the men to leave him to die alone.