The centre was then assailed from both sides by overwhelming numbers.

Todd did all he could by voice and example to keep his men firm, and cover Boon's successful advance, but in vain.

Riding to and fro on his white horse, he was shot through the body, and mortally wounded.

He leaped on his horse again, but his strength failed him; the blood gushed from his mouth; he leaned forward, and fell heavily from the saddle.

Some say that his horse carried him to the river, and that he fell into its current.