At this time the Indians were concealed, planning an attack on the Milford settlement, with the intention of putting to death the entire population. Knowing that Quick and his sons kept trusty rifles and that their aim was deadly, they faltered and argued as to the best mode of attack.
In the midst of this harangue, Quick and his sons were seen coming toward them. It was immediately resolved to take their scalps.
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.