It was generally both fight and die, for these dark adventures of his were particularly successful.

Ferguson knew no neutrals or conscientious objectors; any man who would not carry arms for the King was a traitor, and his life and goods were forfeit.

A report of his reads: "The attack being made at night, no quarter could be given." Hence his wolfish fame.

"Werewolf" would have been a fit name for him for, though he was a wolf at night, in the daylight he was a man and, as we have seen, a chivalrous one.
In the guerrilla fighting that went on for a brief time between the overmountain men and various detachments of Ferguson's forces, sometimes one side, sometimes the other, won the heat.

But the field remained open.