He had scarcely got to the piazza when his videttes gave the alarm.

Two shots warned him of the approach of the foe, and forgetting that his cap, sabre and pistols, lay on the long bench on the piazza, Horry mounted his horse, left the enclosure, and rushed into the melee.

The British were seventeen in number, well mounted, and commanded by a brave fellow named Merritt.

The dragoons, taken by surprise, turned in flight, and, smiting at every step, the partisans pursued them with fatal earnestness.

But two men are reported to have escaped death or captivity, and they were their captain and a sergeant.