But he sent his right to Woodville's chin and the young Mississippian without a sound dropped to the ground, lying relaxed and flat upon his back, his white face, streaked with red, upturned to the rain.
He was so still that Dick was seized with fear lest he had killed him.
He liked this boy who had fought him so well and, grasping him by both shoulders, he shook him hard.

But when he loosed him Woodville fell back flat and inert.
Dick heard the waters of a brook trickling down the ravine, and, snatching off his cap, he ran to it.

He filled the cap and returned just in time to see Woodville leap lightly to his feet and disappear with the speed of a deer among the bushes..