One caught his toe, and rolled headlong down the bank into some bushes.

Instead of springing up again, as he first started to do, he lay still, and though the Indians almost stepped upon him, he was not discovered, and got off without harm.
The other reached the river, took a running leap and dived, and swam under water as far as he could.

When he came up to breathe, the waiting red men fired at him again and again.

He was wounded, but not badly, and, reaching the other side, caught a stray horse, made a bridle from a hickory withe, and soon joined his friend.
Another fugitive, after running until he was so tired out he could hardly stand, and hearing the Indians near, backed into a hollow log and awaited his fate.

He had been in the hollow but a few minutes when a spider spun its web across the entrance.