General McLean had convinced himself that <strong>the</strong> rebel attack would be launched across <strong>the</strong> neck and so was surprised by <strong>the</strong> dawn's assault on <strong>the</strong> bluff.At first he was pleased with <strong>the</strong>ir choice, reckoning that Archibald Campbell's picquet was heavy enough to inflict real damage on <strong>the</strong> attackers, but <strong>the</strong>brevity <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fight told him that Campbell had achieved little. McLean could not see <strong>the</strong> fighting from <strong>Fort</strong> George because fog shrouded <strong>the</strong> ridge, but hisears told him all he needed to know, and his heart sank because he had readied <strong>the</strong> fort for an attack from <strong>the</strong> north. Instead <strong>the</strong> assault would come from<strong>the</strong> west, and <strong>the</strong> intensity <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> musket-fire told McLean that <strong>the</strong> attack would come in overwhelming force. <strong>The</strong> fog was clearing quickly now, coalescinginto tendrils <strong>of</strong> mist that blew like gunsmoke across <strong>the</strong> stumps <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ridge. Once <strong>the</strong> rebels gained <strong>the</strong> bluff's summit, and McLean's ears told him thatwas already happening, and once <strong>the</strong>y reached <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> trees on that high western ground, <strong>the</strong>y would see that <strong>Fort</strong> George was merely a nameand not yet a stronghold. It had only two guns facing <strong>the</strong> bluff, its rampart was a risible obstacle and <strong>the</strong> abatis was a frail barricade to protect <strong>the</strong>unfinished work. <strong>The</strong> rebels would surely capture <strong>the</strong> fort and Francis McLean regretted that. "<strong>The</strong> fortunes <strong>of</strong> war," he said."McLean?" Lieutenant-Colonel Campbell, <strong>the</strong> commanding <strong>of</strong>ficer <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> highlanders, asked. Most <strong>of</strong> Campbell's regiment, those who were not on <strong>the</strong>picquet line, now stood behind <strong>the</strong> rampart. <strong>The</strong>ir two colors were at <strong>the</strong> center <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir line and McLean felt a pang <strong>of</strong> sadness that those proud flags mustbecome trophies to <strong>the</strong> rebels. "Did you speak, McLean?" Campbell asked."Nothing, Colonel, nothing," McLean said, staring west through <strong>the</strong> thinning fog. He crossed <strong>the</strong> rampart and walked towards <strong>the</strong> abatis because hewanted to be closer to <strong>the</strong> fighting. <strong>The</strong> crackling noise <strong>of</strong> musketry still rose and fell, sounding like dry thorns burning and snapping. He sent one <strong>of</strong> hisaides to recall Major Dunlop's picquet, which had been guarding <strong>the</strong> isthmus, "and tell Major Dunlop I need Lieutenant Caffrae's company! Quick now!"He leaned on his blackthorn stick and turned to see that Captain Fielding's men had already moved a twelve-pounder from <strong>the</strong> fort's nor<strong>the</strong>astern cornerto <strong>the</strong> northwestern bastion. Good, he thought, but he doubted any effort now would be sufficient. He looked back to <strong>the</strong> high ground where smoke and fogfiltered through <strong>the</strong> trees, and from where <strong>the</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> musketry grew louder again and where <strong>the</strong> redcoats were appearing at <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> far trees.So his picquet, he thought regretfully, had not delayed <strong>the</strong> enemy long. He saw men fire, he saw a man fall, and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> redcoats were streaming backacross <strong>the</strong> cleared land, running through <strong>the</strong> raw tree stumps as <strong>the</strong>y fled an enemy whose coats made <strong>the</strong>m invisible among <strong>the</strong> distant trees. <strong>The</strong> onlyevidence <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> rebels was <strong>the</strong> smoke <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir muskets, which blossomed and faded on <strong>the</strong> morning's light breeze.<strong>The</strong>re was a small gap in <strong>the</strong> abatis, left <strong>the</strong>re deliberately so <strong>the</strong> defenders could negotiate <strong>the</strong> tangled branches, and <strong>the</strong> fleeing redcoats filed throughthat gap where McLean met <strong>the</strong>m. "Form ranks," he greeted <strong>the</strong>m. Men looked at him with startled expressions. "Form in your companies," he said."Sergeant? Dress <strong>the</strong> ranks!"<strong>The</strong> fugitives made three ranks, and behind <strong>the</strong>m, summoned from <strong>the</strong>ir picquet duty on <strong>the</strong> ground overlooking <strong>the</strong> neck, Major Dunlop and LieutenantCaffrae's company arrived. "Wait a moment, Major," McLean said to Dunlop. "Captain Campbell!" he shouted, indicating with his stick that he meantArchibald Campbell, who had retreated just as precipitously as his men.Campbell, nervous and lanky, fidgeted in front <strong>of</strong> McLean. "Sir?""You were driven back?" McLean asked."<strong>The</strong>re are hundreds <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m, sir," Campbell said, not meeting McLean's gaze, "hundreds!""And where is Lieutenant Moore?""Taken, sir," Campbell said after a pause. His eyes met McLean's and instantly looked away. "Or worse, sir.""<strong>The</strong>n what is that firing about?" McLean asked.Campbell turned and stared at <strong>the</strong> far trees from where musketry still sounded. "I don't know, sir," <strong>the</strong> highlander said miserably.McLean turned to Major Dunlop. "Quick as you can," he said, "take Caffrae's company and advance at <strong>the</strong> double, see if you can discover youngMoore. Don't tangle with too many rebels, just see if Moore can be found." Major Dunlop, <strong>the</strong> temporary commander <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> 82nd, was an <strong>of</strong>ficer <strong>of</strong> rareverve and ability and he wasted no time. He shouted orders and his company, with <strong>the</strong>ir muskets at <strong>the</strong> trail, started westwards. It would have beensuicide to advance along <strong>the</strong> cleared spine <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ridge and thus straight towards <strong>the</strong> rebels who were now ga<strong>the</strong>ring at <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> trees, so instead<strong>the</strong> company used <strong>the</strong> low ground by <strong>the</strong> harbor where <strong>the</strong>y were concealed by <strong>the</strong> scatter <strong>of</strong> houses and by small fields where <strong>the</strong> maize had grown tallerthan a man. McLean watched <strong>the</strong>m disappear, heard <strong>the</strong> fighting continue, and prayed that Moore survived. <strong>The</strong> general reckoned that young John Moorehad promise, but that was not sufficient reason to rescue him, nor was it reason enough that Moore was a friend <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> regiment's patron, <strong>the</strong> Duke <strong>of</strong>Hamilton, but ra<strong>the</strong>r it was because Moore had been given into McLean's charge. McLean would not abandon him, nor any o<strong>the</strong>r man under his care, andso he had sent Dunlop and <strong>the</strong> single company into danger. Because it was his duty.Solomon Lovell landed on <strong>the</strong> narrow beach an hour after Captain Welch's marines had spearheaded <strong>the</strong> American attack. <strong>The</strong> general arrived withLieutenant-Colonel Revere and his eighty artillerymen who, today, were armed with muskets and would serve as a reserve force to <strong>the</strong> nine hundred andfifty men who had already landed, most <strong>of</strong> whom were now at <strong>the</strong> top <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bluff. A few had never made it and <strong>the</strong>ir bodies lay on <strong>the</strong> steep slope, whileo<strong>the</strong>rs, <strong>the</strong> wounded, had been carried back to <strong>the</strong> beach where Eliphalet Downer, <strong>the</strong> surgeon general <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Massachusetts Militia, was organizing <strong>the</strong>irtreatment and evacuation. Lovell crouched beside a man whose eyes were bandaged. "Soldier?" Lovell said. "This is General Lovell.""We beat <strong>the</strong>m, sir.""Of course we did! Are you in pain, soldier?""I'm blinded, sir," <strong>the</strong> man said. A musket-ball had spattered razor-sharp splinters <strong>of</strong> beechwood into both eyes,"But you will see your country at liberty," Lovell said, "I promise.""And how do I feed my family?" <strong>the</strong> man asked. "I'm a farmer!""All will be well," Lovell said and patted <strong>the</strong> man's shoulder. "Your country will look after you." He straightened, listening to <strong>the</strong> staccato rattle <strong>of</strong> musketryat <strong>the</strong> bluff's summit, which told him that some redcoats must still be fighting on <strong>the</strong> heights. "We'll need to bring artillery ashore, Colonel," he said toRevere."Soon as you release us, General," Revere said. <strong>The</strong>re was an edge <strong>of</strong> resentment in his voice, suggesting that he thought it demeaning for his men tocarry muskets instead <strong>of</strong> serving cannons. "Just as soon as you release us," he said again, though more willingly this time."Let's first see what we've achieved," Lovell said. He patted <strong>the</strong> blinded man's shoulder a second time and started up <strong>the</strong> bluff, hauling himself onsaplings. "It'll be a hard job to get cannon up this slope, Colonel.""We'll manage that," Revere said confidently. Taking heavy artillery up a bluff's steep face was a practical problem, and Lieutenant-Colonel Revere likedovercoming such challenges."I never did congratulate you on <strong>the</strong> success <strong>of</strong> your gunners at Cross Island," Lovell said. "You've hurt <strong>the</strong> enemy ships! A splendid achievement,Colonel.""Just doing our duty, General," Revere said, but pleased all <strong>the</strong> same at <strong>the</strong> compliment. "We killed some damned Britons!" He went on happily. "I'vedreamed <strong>of</strong> killing <strong>the</strong> damned beasts!""And you drove <strong>the</strong> enemy's ships back! So now <strong>the</strong>re's nothing to stop our fleet from entering <strong>the</strong> harbor.""Nothing at all, General," Revere agreed.<strong>The</strong> stutter <strong>of</strong> musketry still sounded from Lovell's right, evidence that some redcoats yet remained on <strong>the</strong> high ground above <strong>the</strong> bay, but it was clearthat most <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> enemy had retreated because, as Lovell reached <strong>the</strong> easier slope at <strong>the</strong> top <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bluff, he found grinning militiamen who gave him acheer. "We beat <strong>the</strong>m, sir!""Of course we beat <strong>the</strong>m," Lovell said, beaming, "and all <strong>of</strong> you," he raised his voice and lifted his hands in a gesture <strong>of</strong> benediction, "all <strong>of</strong> you have mythanks and my congratulations on this magnificent feat <strong>of</strong> arms!"<strong>The</strong> woods at <strong>the</strong> top <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bluff were now in rebel hands, all but for a stand <strong>of</strong> pines above Dyce's Head, which was far to <strong>the</strong> general's right and fromwhere <strong>the</strong> musketry still sounded. Lovell's militia were thick in <strong>the</strong> woods. <strong>The</strong>y had climbed <strong>the</strong> precipitous slope, <strong>the</strong>y had taken casualties, but <strong>the</strong>y hadshot <strong>the</strong> British <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> summit and all <strong>the</strong> way back to <strong>the</strong> fort. Men looked happy. <strong>The</strong>y talked excitedly, recounting incidents in <strong>the</strong> fight up <strong>the</strong> steepslope, and Lovell enjoyed <strong>the</strong>ir happiness. "Well done!" he said again and again.He went to <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> trees and <strong>the</strong>re, in front <strong>of</strong> him, was <strong>the</strong> enemy. <strong>The</strong> fog had quite gone now and he could see every detail <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fort that layonly half a mile to <strong>the</strong> east. <strong>The</strong> enemy had made a screen <strong>of</strong> branches between <strong>the</strong> woods and <strong>the</strong> fort, but from his high ground Lovell could easily seeover that flimsy barricade and he could see that <strong>Fort</strong> George did not look like a stronghold at all, but instead resembled an ear<strong>the</strong>n scar in <strong>the</strong> ridge's soil.<strong>The</strong> nearest rampart was thickly lined with redcoats, but he still felt relief. <strong>The</strong> fort, which in Lovell's imagination had been a daunting prospect <strong>of</strong> stonewalls and sheer ramparts, now proved to be a mere scratch in <strong>the</strong> dirt.Colonel McCobb <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Lincoln County militia hailed <strong>the</strong> general cheerfully. "A good morning's work, sir!""One for <strong>the</strong> history books, McCobb! Without doubt, one for <strong>the</strong> history books!" Lovell said. "But not quite done yet. I think, don't you, that we shouldkeep going?""Why not, sir?" McCobb answered.
Solomon Lovell's heart seemed to miss a beat. He scarcely dared believe <strong>the</strong> speed and extent <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> morning's victory, but <strong>the</strong> sight <strong>of</strong> those distantredcoats behind <strong>the</strong> low rampart told him that <strong>the</strong> victory was not yet complete. He had a vision <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> redcoats' muskets flaring volleys at his men. "IsGeneral Wadsworth here?""He was, sir." McCobb said Wadsworth had been at <strong>the</strong> wood's edge where he had encouraged Colonel McCobb and Colonel Mitchell to keep <strong>the</strong>irmilitiamen moving forward onto <strong>the</strong> cleared land, but both colonels had pleaded <strong>the</strong>y needed time to reorganize <strong>the</strong>ir troops. Units had become scatteredas <strong>the</strong>y clambered up <strong>the</strong> bluff and <strong>the</strong> necessity <strong>of</strong> carrying <strong>the</strong> wounded back to <strong>the</strong> beach meant that most companies were shorthanded. Besides, <strong>the</strong>capture <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> high woods had seemed like a victory in itself and men wanted to savor that triumph before <strong>the</strong>y advanced on <strong>Fort</strong> George. PelegWadsworth had urged haste, but <strong>the</strong>n had been distracted by <strong>the</strong> musket-fire which still filled <strong>the</strong> trees at Dyce's Head with smoke. "I believe he went to<strong>the</strong> right." McCobb continued, "to <strong>the</strong> marines.""<strong>The</strong> marines are still fighting?" Lovell asked McCobb."A few stubborn bastards are holding out <strong>the</strong>re," McCobb said.Lovell hesitated, but <strong>the</strong> sight <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> enemy's flags tipped his indecision towards confidence. "We shall advance to victory!" he announced cheerfully. Hewanted to add those arrogant enemy flags to his trophies. "Form your fine fellows into line," he told McCobb, <strong>the</strong>n plucked at <strong>the</strong> colonel's sleeve asano<strong>the</strong>r doubt flickered in his mind. "Have <strong>the</strong> enemy fired on you? With cannon, I mean?""Not a shot, General.""Well, let's stir your men from <strong>the</strong> woods! Tell <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong>y'll be eating British beef for <strong>the</strong>ir suppers!" <strong>The</strong> musketry from Dyce's Head suddenly intensifiedinto an angry and concentrated crackle, and <strong>the</strong>n, just as suddenly, went silent. Lovell stared towards <strong>the</strong> smoke, <strong>the</strong> only visible evidence <strong>of</strong> whateverbattle was being fought among those trees. "We should tell <strong>the</strong> marines we're advancing," he said. "Major Brown? Would you convey that message toCaptain Welch? Tell him to advance with us as soon as he's ready?""I will, sir," Major Gawen Brown, <strong>the</strong> second <strong>of</strong> Lovell's brigade majors, started <strong>of</strong>f southwards.Lovell could not stop smiling. <strong>The</strong> Massachusetts Militia had taken <strong>the</strong> bluff! <strong>The</strong>y had climbed <strong>the</strong> precipitous slope, <strong>the</strong>y had fought <strong>the</strong> regulars <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>British Army, and <strong>the</strong>y had conquered. "I do believe," he said to Lieutenant-Colonel Revere, "that we may not need your cannon after all! Not if we candrive <strong>the</strong> enemy out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir works with infantry.""I'd still like a chance to hammer <strong>the</strong>m," Revere said. He was staring at <strong>the</strong> fort and was not impressed by what he saw. <strong>The</strong> curtain wall was low and itsflanking bastions were unfinished, and he reckoned his artillery could reduce that feeble excuse for a fort into a smear <strong>of</strong> bloodied dirt."You zeal does you credit," Lovell said, "indeed it does, Colonel." Behind him <strong>the</strong> militia sergeants and <strong>of</strong>ficers were rousting men from among <strong>the</strong>trees and shouting at <strong>the</strong>m to form line on <strong>the</strong> open ground. <strong>The</strong> flags <strong>of</strong> Massachusetts and <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> United States <strong>of</strong> America flew above <strong>the</strong>m and it wastime for <strong>the</strong> decisive assault.Lieutenant Moore heard <strong>the</strong> bellowed order to charge and saw <strong>the</strong> green-uniformed men erupt out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> trees and he was aware <strong>of</strong> muskets flamingunexpectedly from his left and <strong>the</strong> chaos <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> moment overwhelmed him. <strong>The</strong>re was only terror in his head. He opened his mouth to shout an order, butno words came, and a hugely tall rebel in a green coat crossed by white belts, and with a long black pigtail flapping behind his neck, and with a cutlasscatching <strong>the</strong> morning sun in his right hand was running straight towards him and John Moore, almost without thinking, raised <strong>the</strong> musket he had rescuedfrom Private McPhail and his finger fumbled at <strong>the</strong> trigger, and <strong>the</strong>n he realized he had not even loaded or cocked <strong>the</strong> musket, but it was too late because<strong>the</strong> big rebel was almost on him and <strong>the</strong> man's face was a savagely frightening grimace <strong>of</strong> hatred and Moore convulsively pulled <strong>the</strong> trigger anyway and<strong>the</strong> musket fired.It had been cocked and loaded and Moore had never noticed.<strong>The</strong> ball took <strong>the</strong> rebel under <strong>the</strong> chin, it seared up through his mouth and out through his skull, lifting his hat into <strong>the</strong> air. <strong>The</strong> shock wave <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ball,compressed by <strong>the</strong> skull, drove an eye from its socket. Blood misted, blurring red in fine droplets as <strong>the</strong> rebel, dead in an instant, fell forward onto hisknees. <strong>The</strong> cutlass dropped and <strong>the</strong> man's dead arms wrapped <strong>the</strong>mselves round Moore's waist and <strong>the</strong>n slid slowly down to his feet. Moore, aghast,noticed that <strong>the</strong> pigtail was dripping blood."For God's sake, young Moore, you want to win this bloody war single-handed?" Major Dunlop greeted <strong>the</strong> young lieutenant. Dunlop's men had fired acompany volley from <strong>the</strong> trees to Moore's left, and that sudden volley had served to drive <strong>the</strong> momentarily outnumbered marines back to <strong>the</strong> trees.Moore could not speak. A musket-ball plucked at <strong>the</strong> tails <strong>of</strong> his coat. He was gazing down at <strong>the</strong> dead rebel whose head was a mess <strong>of</strong> blood, red-wethair, and scraps <strong>of</strong> bone."Come on, lad," Dunlop took Moore's elbow, "let's get <strong>the</strong> devil out <strong>of</strong> here."<strong>The</strong> company retreated, taking Moore's surviving men with <strong>the</strong>m. <strong>The</strong>y withdrew along <strong>the</strong> lower ground beside <strong>the</strong> harbor as <strong>the</strong> American marinescaptured <strong>the</strong> three naval cannon abandoned on Dyce's Head. <strong>The</strong> rebel battery was firing from Cross Island, relentlessly thumping round shot into CaptainMowat's ships. <strong>The</strong> crest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bluff was thick with rebels and <strong>the</strong> redcoats had no place to go now except <strong>the</strong> unfinished <strong>Fort</strong> George.And Captain John Welch was dead.It took time to fetch <strong>the</strong> militia from <strong>the</strong> trees, but gradually <strong>the</strong>y were formed into a line. It was a rough line stretching clear across <strong>the</strong> high ground with <strong>the</strong>marines on its right, <strong>the</strong> Indians on <strong>the</strong> left, and <strong>the</strong> flags at its center. Paul Revere's men, Lovell's reserve, were in three ranks behind <strong>the</strong> two flags, one<strong>the</strong> proud starred stripes <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> United States and <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> pine-tree banner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Massachusetts Militia."What a magnificent morning's work," Lovell greeted Peleg Wadsworth."I congratulate you, sir.""I thank you, Wadsworth, I thank you! But on to victory now?""On to victory, sir," Wadsworth said. He decided he would not tell Lovell about Captain Welch's death, not till <strong>the</strong> battle was over and <strong>the</strong> victory gained."God has granted us <strong>the</strong> victory!" <strong>the</strong> Reverend Jonathan Murray announced. He had joined Lovell on <strong>the</strong> heights and, besides his brace <strong>of</strong> pistols,carried a Bible. He lifted <strong>the</strong> book high. "God promises us 'I will scatter <strong>the</strong>m as with an east wind!'""Amen," Lovell said. Israel Trask played his fife behind <strong>the</strong> marines, while three drummer boys and two more fifers played <strong>the</strong> "Rogue's March" beside<strong>the</strong> two flags. Lovell's heart swelled with pride. He drew his sword, looked towards <strong>the</strong> enemy, and pointed <strong>the</strong> blade forward. "On to victory!"A half mile away, inside <strong>the</strong> fort, General McLean watched <strong>the</strong> rebels form at <strong>the</strong> tree line. He had seen Major Dunlop's men climb to <strong>the</strong> battery on Dyce'sHead and, with <strong>the</strong> help <strong>of</strong> a telescope, he had seen that young Moore and his men had been rescued. Those redcoats were now coming back to <strong>the</strong> fortthrough <strong>the</strong> low ground beside <strong>the</strong> harbor, while <strong>the</strong> remaining picquets that had guarded <strong>the</strong> neck were all inside <strong>Fort</strong> George, where McLean's troopsstood in three ranks behind <strong>the</strong> western rampart. <strong>The</strong>ir job now was to defend that low wall with volley fire. McLean, watching <strong>the</strong> rebel line thicken, stillbelieved he was faced by thousands, not hundreds, <strong>of</strong> enemy infantry, and now more rebels appeared to <strong>the</strong> north, showing at <strong>the</strong> trees above <strong>the</strong> neck.So he would be attacked from two sides? He glanced at <strong>the</strong> harbor and saw, to his surprise, that <strong>the</strong> enemy ships had made no aggressive move, but whyshould <strong>the</strong>y? <strong>The</strong> fort was going to fall without <strong>the</strong>ir assistance. McLean limped up onto <strong>the</strong> unfinished western rampart. "Captain Fielding!""Sir?" <strong>The</strong> English artillery commander hurried to join McLean."We'll give <strong>the</strong>m a few shots, I think?""Wait till <strong>the</strong>y advance, sir?" Fielding suggested."I think we might treat <strong>the</strong>m now, Captain," McLean said."<strong>The</strong>y're too far for grape or case, sir.""<strong>The</strong>n give <strong>the</strong>m round shot," McLean said. He spoke wearily. He knew what must happen now. <strong>The</strong> rebels would advance and such was <strong>the</strong> length <strong>of</strong><strong>the</strong>ir line that <strong>the</strong>y must inevitably wrap around three sides <strong>of</strong> his unfinished fort. <strong>The</strong>y would take some casualties at <strong>the</strong> abatis, which was well within <strong>the</strong>effective range <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> grape shot that Captain Mowat had sent ashore, but Fielding's few guns could do only limited damage and <strong>the</strong> rebels would surelysurge on to assault <strong>the</strong> low walls. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong>re would be chaos, panic, and bayonets. His men would stand, <strong>of</strong> that McLean was sure, but <strong>the</strong>y would standand die.So <strong>the</strong> battle was lost. Yet honor alone dictated that he showed some resistance before he surrendered <strong>the</strong> fort. No one would blame him for its loss,not when he was so outnumbered, but he would be universally despised if he yielded without showing some defiance, and so McLean had determined onhis course <strong>of</strong> action. He would fire round shot and keep firing as <strong>the</strong> rebels began <strong>the</strong>ir advance, and <strong>the</strong>n, before <strong>the</strong>y came into range <strong>of</strong> CaptainFielding's more lethal case and grape shot, he would haul <strong>the</strong> flag down. It was sad, he thought, but surrender would save his men from massacre.McLean walked to <strong>the</strong> flagpole in <strong>the</strong> southwestern bastion. He had asked his aides to place a table beside <strong>the</strong> tall staff, but his slight limp and hiscrippled right arm made <strong>the</strong> effort <strong>of</strong> climbing onto <strong>the</strong> table difficult. "Need a hand, sir?" Sergeant Lawrence asked."Thank you, Sergeant."
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About the AuthorBERNARD CORNWELL, "
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