"But there was no alternative between his death and a long confinement in prison.

It was done in self-defense;" and he turned to walk away.
Just then the thought struck him that he would take the rebel's gun; his own was worse than useless, for his cartridges had all been expended.

So, throwing down his heavy musket, he picked up the rifle his enemy had carried, and, slinging the powder-horn and bullet-pouch over his shoulder, he started off through the woods.
But where should he go?
His escape, and the manner in which it was accomplished, had doubtless aroused the entire country.

The woods around him were filled with rebels, and the question was, in which direction should he turn to avoid them?
After some hesitation, he determined to go as directly through the woods, toward the river, as possible, and, if discovered, trust to his woodcraft and swiftness of foot to save him.

With this determination, he shouldered his rifle and walked rapidly on, taking care, however, to keep a good look-out on all sides, and to make as little noise as possible.