An Indian by the name of Muswink fired, and Quick fell mortally wounded. He advised his son to leave him to his fate and save themselves. But they persisted in trying to save him. He cried again as the Indians rushed upon them. Leave me and save yourselves and those that are at the house. It was a struggle for Tom to leave his father, and it was not until he saw them coming in great numbers that he fled. Farewell, Father, Farewell, your death shall be avenged. Then he fled across the river on the ice, a volley of bullets followed him. He falls. The war whoop is sounded. Tom is dead—Tom is dead! But Tom is neither dead nor wounded. He springs to his feet and escapes to the Jersey Shore. A ball had struck the heel of his shoe and tripped him. In the meantime his father had been killed and scalped. Tom sought the opportunity and recovered the scalped body of his father and gave it christian burial. His love for the Indians and their society now forsook him, and the uppermost thought in his mind was revenge. He covered the grave with green sod, and taking his knife in his right hand, and his rifle in his left, looking toward heaven, exclaimed: “By the point of the knife in my right; and the deadly bullet in my left; By heaven and all there is in it, by earth and all there is on it; By the love I bore my father, here on his grave I swear eternal vengeance against the whole Indian race. I swear to kill all, to spare none; The old man with silver hair, The lisping babe without teeth, the mother quick with child, and the maid in the bloom of youth shall die. A voice from my father’s grave cries Revenge! Eternal revenge!” and he threw himself across his father’s grave. How well Tom kept his promise and how many Indians his rifle sent to the Spirit world will appear in the next chapter. CHAPTER XXIII. Tom kept his vow and had his revenge.