The crack of a rifle came later than his leap, and a curl of white smoke shone against a black rock, and the Sawyer, in the distance, cried, "Well, now!" as he generally did when satisfied.
So scared was I that I caught hold of a cluster of pods to steady me; and then, without any more fear for myself, I ran to see whether it was possible to help.

But the poor man lay beyond earthly help; he was too dead to palpitate.

His life must have left him in the air, and he could not even have felt his fall.
In violent terror, I burst into tears, and lifted his heavy head, and strove to force his hot hands open, and did I know not what, without thinking, laboring only to recall his life.
"Are you grieving for the skulk who has shot my Firm ?" said a stern voice quite unknown to me; and rising, I looked at the face of Mr.
Gundry, unlike the countenance of Uncle Sam.

I tried to speak to him, but was too frightened.

The wrath of blood was in his face, and all his kind desires were gone.
"Yes, like a girl, you are sorry for a man who has stained this earth, till his only atonement is to stain it with his blood.