Dundee turned round, and stood up in his stirrups, and, waving his hat, invited them to come on.

As he lifted his arm, his cuirass rose, and exposed the lower part of his left side.

A musket ball struck him; his horse sprang forward and plunged into a cloud of smoke and dust, which hid from both armies the fall of the victorious general.

A person named Johnstone was near him and caught him as he sank down from the saddle.

"How goes the day ?" said Dundee.