Henry and his comrades, well in front, looked down upon the town, but saw nothing.

No light came from an Indian chimney, nor did any dog howl.

Just behind them were the troops in loose order, Colonel Butler impatiently striking his booted leg with a switch, and William Gray seeking to restrain his ardor, that he might set a good example to the men.
"What do you think, Mr.Ware ?" asked Colonel Butler.
"I think we ought to rush the town at once." "It is so!" exclaimed Heemskerk, forgetting all about painting blue plates.
"The signal is the trumpet; you blow it, Captain Gray, and then we'll charge." William Gray took the trumpet from one of the men and blew a long, thrilling note.

Before its last echo was ended, the little army rushed upon the town.

Three or four shots came from the houses, and the soldiers fired a few at random in return, but that was all.