Two nights later they made another attempt but found the British on the alert and failed to dislodge them from the heights of Queenston.

A small body of American regulars, led by gallant young Captain Wool, managed to clamber up a path hitherto regarded as impassable.

There they held a precarious position and waited for help.
Brock, who was commanding the British in person, was instantly killed while storming this hillside at the head of reinforcements.

In him the enemy lost its ablest and most intrepid leader.
The forenoon wore on and Captain Wool, painfully wounded, still clung to the heights with his two hundred and fifty men.

A relief column which crossed the river found itself helpless for lack of artillery and intrenching tools and was compelled to fall back.