[They fire almost together, wounding the Major’s horse.

Seeing the Major’s horse plunge, the first lieutenant cries:]

The First Lieutenant

The Major’s hit.... Fire, damn you, fire!

[The first platoon fires—too high, it would seem, for no Minute Men fall. But the Minute Men fire back, Lieutenant Tidd, Ebenezer Locke, Nathan Munroe, Jonas Parker and Benjamin Sampson.

Parker stands frozen.

Pitcairn tries to control his horse.]

The Second Lieutenant

Fire, by God, fire!

[The second platoon fires.