Fired by his courage they sounded the war whoop again and renewed the attack with fury.
"These are the same yelling devils that were at Musgrove's Mill," said Captain De Peyster to Ferguson.
Now Shelby and Sevier, leading his Wataugans, had reached the summit.
The firing circle pressed in.

The buckskin-shirted warriors leaped the rocky barriers, swinging their tomahawks and long knives.

Again the white handkerchiefs fluttered.

Ferguson saw that the morale of his troops was shattered.
"Surrender," De Peyster, his second in command, begged of him.
"Surrender to those damned banditti?
Never!" Ferguson turned his horse's head downhill and charged into the Wataugans, hacking right and left with his sword till it was broken at the hilt.

A dozen rifles were leveled at him.