Horses with their riders crashed to the ground, and others, mad with terror, rushed wildly through the French ranks.
John, Carstairs and Wharton snatched up rifles, all three, and began to fire with the men as fast as they could.

A vast turmoil, frightful in its fury, followed.

The German cavalry reeled back, but it did not retreat.

The shrill clamor of many trumpets came again, and once more the horsemen charged.

The sheet of death blazed in their faces again, and then the French met them with bayonet.
The Strangers had closed in to meet the shock.