The sentry gave a most determined backward jerk, but Paul held him firmly and then wrenched the musket out of his hands, bringing with it a ring off the sentry's finger.

The Iroquois put the ring on his own finger and made off at once for the British lines.
In his haste, when nearing the British outposts, he stumbled and fell, and with such force that he was knocked senseless and lost the ring.

He lay there for some time, and when he had somewhat recovered he found himself so benumbed with the cold that he could scarcely move his limbs.
It was snowing when he fell, and when he became conscious of his situation, he found himself covered with an inch or more of snow, and his head and face badly cut and bruised.

On all four he crept to the British outposts with the blood streaming from a cut in his leg and one on his face.

At last he reached the lines, more dead than alive.