He wore a tall hat with a feather in it, and strutted about, until his eye caught sight of the enemy, when he wheeled about as quickly as if he were on springs and bounded away toward Jamestown, yelling loud enough to be heard in Bacon's camp: "Oh, I will be killed! I will be killed!" A shot was fired from Jamestown, and Giles, believing himself struck, fell on the ground and rolled over and kicked, producing such a ridiculous scene, that Robert and Bacon laughed outright.

Berkeley, himself, headed the army, with which he intended to storm the earth-works, and, after some little difficulty, he got his forces formed, and the advance began.
"Don't fire, until I give you the command," said Bacon, coolly.

"We will soon disperse this motley crowd, have no fear." He and Robert were prevailed upon to descend from the ramparts, and all awaited the arrival of the enemy.

They came slowly, doing plenty of yelling, and firing their fusees at random.

The bullets either buried themselves in the earth-works, or whistled harmlessly through the air.
Not one of Bacon's men was touched.
Nearer and nearer they came, until within easy pistol range, when Bacon cried: "Fire!" Pistol, musket and cannon belched forth fire and death, while a cloud of smoke rolled up above the fort.