Each man thought only of his own little home exposed to the ravages of the enemy, and the whistling of balls and arrows did not deter him.

The enemy were entrenched in a fort of logs.

They outnumbered the Virginians ten to one; but the latter charged nobly forward, plunging into the stream which lay between them and the fort, and wading through the water shoulder deep.
"There are the enemy; storm the fort!" cried Bacon.

Ever in the van, mounted on his dapple gray, where bullets flew thickest, he was here and there and everywhere, urging and encouraging the men by word and example.

They needed little encouragement, for the atrocities of the Indian had fired the blood of the Virginians, until the most timid among them became brave as a lion.
Robert Stevens kept at the side of Bacon, imitating his example.