Wolfe's army suddenly began to move forward, but still it did not fire, although the battle of the skirmishers on the flanks was rapidly increasing in ferocity.

The rangers were busy now, replying to the Indians and Canadians, but Robert still took rapid glances and he looked oftenest toward the Americans, where his friends stood.

The advance of the French became almost a run, and he saw all the muskets and rifles of his own army go up.
A tremendous volley burst from the scarlet ranks, so loud and so close together that it sounded like one vast cannon shot.

It was succeeded presently by another, and then by an irregular but fierce fire, which died in its turn to let the smoke lift.
Robert saw a terrible sight.

The ground where the French army had stood was literally covered with dead and wounded.