Several Indians were shot. They were all old men who were exhausted by hunger and unable to keep pace with the rest of their band. The morning passed and noon came. With undiminished speed the army pressed forward. At about half-past four in the afternoon the Indians were sighted. They had taken up their position on the bluffs about a mile and a half from the Wisconsin River. “Halt!” came the sharp command. “Dismount!” A moment later the army was on foot, awaiting the next order. This soon came, and the men were instructed to form in line and prepare to charge. One man out of every four was delegated to hold the horses. Scarcely had the army time to do as they were commanded when the Sacs themselves charged. Yelling like madmen they rushed down upon the Whites. A heavy volley from their guns failed to break the lines of the troops, however, and the fire was returned spiritedly. “Let ’em have it! Give it to them!” cried Robert enthusiastically. “Charge!” came the order. With a cheer the men advanced. They returned the galling fire of the Indians with deadly effect, but their foes were not lacking in valor. “Keep low and close to me, Bob,” warned Joseph as they hurried forward. “I’m all right, Joe,” cried Robert. “Forget me and give all your attention to those red demons over there.” The fire of the Whites was most effective and the Indians appeared to be giving way. “They’re running,” shouted Robert. “Keep right after them.” Apparently what Robert had said was true. The Indians did seem to be leaving their positions, but they certainly were not retreating, as subsequent events soon proved. “We’ve got ’em!” cried Robert, who was almost beside himself with excitement. “We’ve got ’em now, and now’s the time to finish them up.” “Don’t expose yourself too much, Red,” cautioned Mason, who kept close beside the two young brothers. Robert was absolutely regardless of danger and ran forward fearlessly, with no thought other than to load and fire his rifle as many times as possible. “They can’t——” “Look out!” cried Mason, breaking in on what Robert had started to say. “What is it?” shouted Joseph in response to Mason’s warning. “They’re trying to flank us.” “Where are they?” As he spoke the sharp bark of several rifles sounded from some very tall grass on one side of the battlefield. The Indians who had apparently retreated, as a matter of fact had stolen around and into the grass where they opened a heavy fire on the Whites. For a moment the army was taken by surprise, but it did not last long. Quick action was needed and quick action was taken, and luckily too. Had the Indians succeeded in getting behind the Whites they could have caused enormous damage. “Charge them!” shouted General Henry.