He fired away all his ammunition, and the bands of his musket flew off; he picked up another just as two levy officers ordered a charge, and followed the charging party at a run.

By this time the battalions were broken, and only some thirty men followed the officers.
The Indians fled before the bayonets until they reached a ravine filled with down timber; whereupon they halted behind the impenetrable tangle of fallen logs.

The soldiers also halted, and were speedily swept away by the fire of the Indians, whom they could not reach; but Van Cleve, showing his skill as a woodsman, covered himself behind a small tree, and gave back shot for shot until all his ammunition was gone.

Before this happened his less skilful companions had been slain or driven off, and he ran at full speed back to camp.

Here he found that the artillery had been taken and re-taken again and again.