The garrison made a desperate resistance, but the cramped place was crowded with women--settlers' wives--as well as men, the commander was killed, and at last the white flag was hoisted on all the forts.
Then the Indians, intoxicated with triumph and the strong liquors they had seized, rushed in and began to ply the tomahawk.

Montcalm, horrified, used every effort to stop the incipient butchery, and St.Luc, Bourlamaque and, in truth, all of his lieutenants, seconded him gallantly.

Tandakora and his men were compelled to return their tomahawks to their belts, and then the French army was drawn around the captives, who numbered hundreds and hundreds.
It was another French and Indian victory like that over Braddock, though it was not marked by the destruction of an army, and Robert's heart sank lower and lower.

He knew that it would be appalling news to Boston, to Albany and to New York.

The Marquis de Montcalm had justified the reputation that preceded him.