Rather, it had beaten itself.

That neglect to bring up the cannon had proved fatal, and the finest force yet gathered on the soil of North America had been cut to pieces.

A prodigious opportunity had been lost by a commander who stayed a mile and a half in the rear, while his valiant men charged to certain death.
Young Lennox walked stiffly a few steps.

No one paid any attention to him.

In the dark, and amid the joyous excitement of the defenders, he might have been taken for a Frenchman.