I felt his despairing, clutching hands torn from round my waist whilst I was hacking and hewing down the men in front.

I heard the shriek of agony and the gurgling cry as the tomahawk descended upon his head.
"I knew that he was dead, and the rage which filled me drove me on and on with the strength of madness.

I had lost the sense of direction.

I only knew that I had burst through the ring of my assailants, and that I was running my headlong course with the whole pack of them yelling at my heels.

Now and again a cry from right or left would divert one or another of my pursuers, but some of them held resolutely on, and I knew that my strength must eventually give out, and that only a horrible death awaited me.
"Then it was that I heard shouts in the English tongue, and knew that some person or persons had come to my rescue.