Hamilton hears musket fire before he gets there. He drops off the horse and loops the reins around a tree branch. He goes through the quick motions of loading the musket, and then starts to run.

A duck behind a tree, when he sees a flash of red; they seem to be retreating, his way. He raises his musket to his shoulder and shoots. One spins and falls, but Hamilton's pretty sure it wasn't a solid hit. His hands are shaking. He goes still, and fire crackles as one, two of them try to shoot back, but he sees both hit a nearby tree. They don't even know where exactly he is.

They're shouting about a retreat. A shot from behind them -- Washington's men are in pursuit.

Hamilton takes a gamble: considering he is ahead, and the other men behind... "Surrender!" he shouts. "We have you surrounded!"

Their hands start to go up. It is Lafayette that charges in, kicking them to the ground, waving at his men to come and take the prisoners. Hamilton hesitates, and then calls: "Gilbert!"

Lafayette's gaze snaps up.

"C'est moi -- Hamilton." Hamilton waves a hand, then steps out from beyond the tree.

"Ah, mon amis--"

"Ou est-il?" Hamilton is practically vibrating with anxiety.

"La cabine principale, avec Laurens -- a root cellar, in the back," Lafayette tells him.

"My horse is back that way -- please get him," and Hamilton is running.

So when the door comes open, the voice that they hear is Hamilton's. "Laurens? Aaron?"