"This will do," he said, picking up a stout poplar pole that had been used for driving the tent pegs.

"Stay inside here.

Don't move till I tell you." "But they will kill you," cried Moira, laying her hand upon his arm.
"You must not go out." "Nonsense!" said the doctor almost roughly.

"Kill me?
Not much.

I'll knock some of their blocks off first." So saying, he lifted the flap of the tent and passed out just as the rush of maddened Indians came.
Upon the ladies' tent they fell, kicked the tent poles down, and, seizing the canvas ripped it clear from its pegs.