in his heart. The battle fury had come upon him. He
sprang within the battery and flung himself upon the gunners.
Others followed his example. There was a tremendous hand-to-hand
fight--French, Indians, English, Scotch, all in one struggling
melee; and then above the tumult Wolfe's clarion voice ringing out,
cheering on his men, uttering concise words of command; and then a
sense of release from the suffocating pressure, a consciousness
that the enemy was giving way, was flying, was abandoning the
position; a loud English cheer, and a yell from the Highlanders,
the sound of flying footsteps, pursuers and pursued; and Humphrey
found himself leaning against a gun, giddy and blind and
bewildered, scarcely knowing whether he were alive or dead, till a
hand was laid upon his shoulder, and a familiar voice said in his
ear:

"Well done, Ensign Angell. They tell me that we owe our victorious
rush today to your blunder!"

"My blunder?"

"Yes; you mistook my signal. I was ordering a retreat. It would not
have been possible to land the men under that deadly fire. I could
not see, from my position, the little shelter of the crag. I had
signalled to draw out of the range of the guns. But your mistake
has won us the day."

Humphrey, half ashamed, half exultant, was too breathless to reply;
Julian came hastening up; and Wolfe hurried away to see to the
landing of the guns and stores, now that the enemy had made a full
retreat upon the fortress.

"You are not wounded, Humphrey?"

"I think not. I have only had all the breath knocked out of me; and
the guns seem to stun one. Have they really left us in possession
of the battery? And does not Wolfe say that, when once we get a
footing on the shore, we will not leave till Louisbourg is ours?"

Triumph filled the hearts alike of soldiers and sailors. All day
long they worked waist deep in the surf, getting ashore such things
as were most needed, intrenching themselves behind the battery,
clearing the ground, making a road up from the beach, and pitching
their tents.

At. night a cheer went up from their weary throats, for they saw
red tongues of flame shooting up, and soon it was known beyond a
doubt that the French had fired one of their batteries, which they
had felt obliged to abandon; and this showed that they had no
intention of attacking the bold storming party which had
established itself at the Cove.

At sea the guns roared and flashed all day and all night. The air