He was himself one of the few who lost neither courage nor generosity in the rout.
Among his fellow packers were his uncle and a young man named Bonham, who was his close and dear friend.

The uncle was shot in the wrist, the ball lodging near his shoulder; but he escaped.

Bonham, just before the retreat began, was shot through both hips, so that he could not walk.
Young Van Cleve got him a horse, on which he was with difficulty mounted; then, as the flight began, Bonham bade Van Cleve look to his safety, as he was on foot, and the two separated.

Bonham rode until the pursuit had almost ceased; then, weak and crippled, he was thrown off his horse and slain.

Meanwhile Van Cleve ran steadily on foot.