At that moment, victory was with Colonel Dudley and his men. But—as has been explained—the savages concealed in the woods commenced to pour a withering fusillade into the ranks of the militia occupying the open ground surrounding the batteries. Dudley should have effected the purpose for which he had come and immediately re-embarked; but he hesitated—and was lost. The impulsive Kentuckians grew restless under the hot fire, and, without waiting for orders, began an impetuous and disorderly advance upon their hidden foes. Their officers sought to restrain them, but in vain. They had tasted victory, and were intoxicated. With cheers of exultation and yells of defiance, they broke the leash of discipline and madly charged the enemy. Knowing well what the inevitable outcome of the rash attack would be, Douglas leaped to his feet, hastened to Colonel Dudley’s side, and shouted vehemently: “For heaven’s sake, call a retreat, Colonel! Your men will fall into an ambush and be cut to pieces. It’s an old trick—as old as Indian warfare. Act—act at once!” Ross’s face was flushed; his eyes were shining. The commanding officer smiled pityingly, as he said: “You’re exciting yourself over nothing, young man. It is a mere skirmish with the savages; there will be no general engagement. As soon as my men have driven the enemy into the depths of the forest, they will return of their own accord.” Douglas turned pale with suppressed fury. “I tell you it’s an ambush, Colonel Dudley!” he exclaimed. “Recall your men, if you would not see them annihilated!” Dudley returned coldly: “My youthful guide, I don’t need your advice. _I_ am in command——” He broke off suddenly and, fixing his eyes upon the edge of the forest where the militiamen were fast disappearing, he muttered: “They are making a concerted charge. I fear myself they may venture too far and be drawn into a trap. I’ll order a retreat immediately.” He hurried away to put his tardy resolve into execution. But it was too late; the mischief was done. Elated with the success of their first encounter, the Kentuckians refused to obey the command to retire to the boats. Colonel Dudley stormed and fumed; inferior officers threatened and swore. It availed nothing. The regiment had lost all discipline—had become an enraged mob. Like a mad steed, it took the bit and dashed forward to destruction.