At so short a distance, every shot of the peasants told; and it was some time before a sufficient number had crossed to make an assault against the wall of foliage in their front.
Fresh troops were constantly arriving from behind and, encouraged by this, they at last rushed forward.

As they did so, Leigh called up his own band; and these, crawling forward through the tangle as far as they could, opened fire on the enemy, as they strove to push their way through the obstacle.
For a quarter of an hour the fight went on.

Then the assailants, having with great loss succeeded in passing over or pulling aside the brushwood, began to pour through.

The moment they did so, Leigh's horn sounded; and at once the defenders rushed up the hill, pursued by the Blues, with exulting shouts.

But few shots were fired, for the assailants had emptied their muskets before striving to pass through the obstacle.
Leigh and his men had run but a hundred yards into the wood when they met the main body of the peasants, rushing down at full speed.
Turning at once, his party joined them, and fell upon the advancing enemy.