They lay hid till the Indians disappeared, and then accidentally discovered each other.

For weeks the two crippled beings lived in the lonely spot where the battle had been fought, unable to leave it, each supplementing what the other could do.
The man who could walk kicked wood to him who could not, that he might make a fire, and making long circuits, chased the game towards him for him to shoot it.

At last they were taken off by a passing flat-boat.
The backwoodsmen, wonted to vigorous athletic pastimes, and to fierce brawls among themselves, were generally overmatches for the Indians in hand-to-hand struggles.

One such fight, that took place some years before this time, deserves mention.

A man of herculean strength and of fierce, bold nature, named Bingaman, lived on the frontier in a lonely log-house.