The odds were greatly against him, as in addition to other circumstances, he was nearly seventy years of age, and, of course, unable to contend with his enemies in running.  The house was more than a mile distant, but the children, having two hundred yards the start, and being effectually covered by their father, were soon so far in front, that the Indians turned their attention entirely to the old man.  He ran for several hundred yards with an activity which astonished himself, but perceiving that he would be overtaken, long before he could reach his home, he fairly turned at bay, and prepared for a strenuous resistance.  The woods through which they were running were very thin, and consisted almost entirely of small trees, behind which, it was difficult to obtain proper shelter.

Morgan had just passed a large walnut, and, in order to resist with advantage, it became necessary to run back about ten steps in order to regain it.  The Indians were startled at the sudden advance of the fugitive, and halted among a cluster of saplings, where they anxiously strove to shelter themselves.  This, however, was impossible; and Morgan, who was an excellent marksman, saw enough of the person of one of them to justify him in risking a shot.  His enemy instantly fell, mortally wounded.

The other Indian, taking advantage of Morgan’s empty gun, sprung from the shelter, and advanced rapidly upon him.  The old man, having no time to reload, was compelled to fly a second time.  The Indian gained rapidly upon him, and, when within twenty steps, fired, but with so unsteady an aim, that Morgan was wholly unhurt, the ball having passed over his shoulder.

He now again stood at bay, clubbing his rifle for a blow, while the Indian, dropping his empty gun, brandished his tomahawk and prepared to throw it at his enemy.  Morgan struck with the butt of his gun, and the Indian hurled his tomahawk at one and the same moment.  Both blows took effect; and both of the combatants were at once wounded and disarmed.  The breech of the rifle was broken against the Indian’s skull, and the edge of the tomahawk was shattered against the barrel of the rifle, having first cut off two of the fingers of Morgan’s left hand.  The Indian then attempting to draw his knife, Morgan grappled him, and bore him to the ground.  A furious struggle ensued, in which the old man’s strength failed, and the Indian succeeded in turning him.

Planting his knee on the breast of his enemy, and yelling loudly, as is usual with the barbarians upon any turn of fortune, he again felt for his knife, in order to terminate the struggle at once; but having lately stolen a woman’s apron, and tied it around his waist, his knife was so much confined, that he had great difficulty in finding the handle.

Morgan, in the meantime, being an accomplished pugilist, and perfectly at home in a ground struggle, took advantage of the awkwardness of the Indian, and got one of the fingers of his right hand between his teeth.  The Indian tugged and roared in vain, struggling to extricate it.  Morgan held him fast, and began to assist him in hunting for the knife.  Each seized it at the same moment, the Indian by the blade, and Morgan by the handle, but with a very slight hold.