He sprang within the battery and flung himself upon the gunners.
Others followed his example.

There was a tremendous hand-to-hand fight--French, Indians, English, Scotch, all in one struggling melee; and then above the tumult Wolfe's clarion voice ringing out, cheering on his men, uttering concise words of command; and then a sense of release from the suffocating pressure, a consciousness that the enemy was giving way, was flying, was abandoning the position; a loud English cheer, and a yell from the Highlanders, the sound of flying footsteps, pursuers and pursued; and Humphrey found himself leaning against a gun, giddy and blind and bewildered, scarcely knowing whether he were alive or dead, till a hand was laid upon his shoulder, and a familiar voice said in his ear: "Well done, Ensign Angell.

They tell me that we owe our victorious rush today to your blunder!" "My blunder ?" "Yes; you mistook my signal.

I was ordering a retreat.

It would not have been possible to land the men under that deadly fire.