Henry and his comrades were on the left flank, the river was on the right.

The great gates had closed behind them, shutting in the women and the children.

The sun blazed down, throwing everything into relief with its intense, vivid light playing upon the brown faces of the borderers, their rifles and their homespun clothes.

Colonel Butler and two or three of his officers were on horseback, leading the van.

Now that the decision was to fight, the older officers, who had opposed it, were in the very front.