His wife and family were within the walls; through the loopholes they could see him yet alive, and exposed every moment to death.

So great was the danger that the men refused to go out to his rescue, whereupon Logan alone opened the gate, bounded out, and seizing the wounded man in his arms, carried him back unharmed through a shower of bullets.

The Indians continued to lurk around the neighborhood, and the ammunition grew very scarce.

Thereupon Logan took two companions and left the fort at night to go to the distant settlements on the Holston, where he might get powder and lead.

He knew that the Indians were watching the wilderness road, and trusting to his own hardiness and consummate woodcraft, he struck straight out across the cliff-broken, wood-covered mountains, sleeping wherever night overtook him, and travelling all day long with the tireless speed of a wolf.