They were under a constant fire from the enemy while they were advancing but they did not reply to them until they were close enough to plainly distinguish the heads of the Moros bobbing up and down in the trenches which surrounded the Fort. They laid down prone on the ground then and poured a withering fire into the fort and trenches, which quickly routed the enemy. THE CHARGE. Suddenly, back on the ridge where the Artillery were stationed the clear notes of a bugle were heard, sounding "Charge." Instantly those blue shirted figures away up on the grassy slope, rose as if by magic, and then pressed forward and upward, with a yell that was sufficient in itself to route the enemy, and it did route them, for the Moros were fleeing and falling back on Fort Pandapatan by hundreds. The troops reached the very walls and there paused for an instant--to gain breath, then a command rang out, clear and cool, and it seemed that one mighty wave swept on and over the walls, and in an instant more, those standing back on the ridge where the Artillery was, saw "Old Glory" unfurled to the breeze from the shattered walls of Fort Binidayan. The first position of the enemy had been taken without loss to the Americans. But not so fortunate for the Moros, for here and there a mangled body of a dusky warrior dotted nature's carpet, some already dead, others breathing their last, but stubbornly defying the Americans to do their worst. At this stage of the battle there came a distinct lull in the firing, and both sides took advantage of it to "take a hitch" and prepare for the real battle, which was yet to come. During this lull the Artillery closed up and took their new position on Binidayan hill, a little to the south of the fort. Floating over Fort Pandapatan there were no less than twenty large red flags. Most of the Moros had already fallen back on this stronghold and they could plainly be seen, throwing up extra intrenchments. It was now two o'clock and the real work was about to begin. Companies "E" and "F" started straight down the Binidayan hill in the direction of Pandapatan, while "B" Company was sent to the right. After the Infantry had crossed the little valley in front, the Artillery opened up and the big fight was on. THE REAL BATTLE BEGINS. The shell and shrapnel flew fast and furious from those little mountain guns, accompanied by the music of the "Krags." On and on, nearer and nearer up the hillside came the crash of advancing troops, smothering other unseen trenches on their way, until by nightfall there was not a rifle but could shove its muzzle into the very face of the trench behind which the Moro warriors laid in waiting, peering down the slope between the explosions for something they feared more than the whistling fragments of Krupp shells--the blue-shirted form of the silent American soldier, with whom the Moros knew the ultimate issue rested. EXCEPTIONAL COURAGE.