Arriving in Philadelphia after twelve weeks at sea, they thought they were safe. It wasn't long before word of the fugitive traveled across the Atlantic Ocean and wanted posters with his picture began to appear. Fearful of capture, they fled again. It seemed the frontier was the only place to seek refuge.

Andrew obtained a wagon and team of horses, loaded up what belongings they had and headed for the less populated southern colonies on The Great Wagon Road, the main route to the south transiting the back county of Great Appalachian Valley.

After traveling several days, they came to the Roanoke Valley of southwestern Virginia; sparsely populated and far from the watchful eyes of British troops. Stopping there as it was getting late in the year he went to work clearing a place to build a temporary cabin using the timber that he had cleared.

The winter mild, plentiful game, rich soil, friendly Indians, and settlers opposed to crown, Andrew decided to stay and built a more suitable home and cleared more land. Over the years four more children were born and they were secure and prospered in their new home.

Being a fugitive from the king lasts the rest of a persons life. Although King George II had been succeeded by his son George III, the charge of treason still stood. For eighteen years Andrew had eluded capture and execution. Then one day in 1772 his luck ran out.