The two volleys fired at close range had mowed them down like grain.

The French army, smitten unto death, was reeling back, and the British, seizing the moment, rushed forward with bayonet and drawn sword.

The Highlanders, as they charged with the broadsword, uttered a tremendous yell, and Robert saw his own Americans in the front of the rush.

He caught one glimpse of the tall figure of Charteris and he saw Colden near him.

Then they were all lost in the smoke as they attacked.
But Wolfe had fallen.