The British didn't retreat till afternoon, and were followed as far as Byram by the Americans. Putnam was with the pursuing party in the after noon, urging his men on, crying out "Drive on, boys! - on, on!" Col. Huldredge commanded here at the time, I think. Captain Fowler advanced from Sherwood Bridge, coming in the village at speed with loud shouts. The sentry was at or near a house on the side of the road, and east of the stone house that stands there now. The sentry didn't see [page break] see the Refugees till they were close to him. Fowler's party left the Sherwood Bridge road here at my house, and took a private road leading from my present place through the woods to near Zaccheus Mead's barn, and then marched to Horse neck upon the road leading from Zaccheus Mead's house. The sentinel consequently didn't see them till they turned the corner by the stone house. He then hailed, but they were upon him in a moment and he surrendered. Fowler then galloped to the Guard house (which stood on the north side of the road where a white house now stands) and called upon them to surrender, but they fired eight or ten shots, killed his horse, and mortally wounded him in the neck. The dragoons instantly surrounded the guard house, but the Americans would not surrender. They then fired the house and pursued the guard as they came out through the fields killing nine of them. This was, probably, the whole number. This guard [page break] was composed of drafted men_ six or nine months men from back in the country. One of them was a boy of fourteen or fifteen. He was overtaken by a dragoon who had lost his sword fall, and who told the boy if he would pick it up and hand it to him he would give him quarter.