"We have also had some success here, due chiefly to the good advice of Mr.Willet, and the prowess and sharpshooting of the extraordinary man whom you call Black Rifle.

See him now!" He indicated a dark figure a little distance ahead, behind a clump of bushes, and, as Robert looked, a jet of fire leaped from the muzzle of the man's rifle, followed almost immediately by a cry in the forest.
"I think he has slain more of our enemies than the rest of us combined," said Captain Colden.
Robert shuddered a little, but those who lived on the border became used to strange things.

The constant struggle for existence hardened the nerves, and terrible scenes did not dwell long in the mind.

He bent forward for a better look, and a bullet cut the hair upon his forehead.

He started back, feeling as if he had been seared by lightning and Willet looked at him anxiously.
"The lead burned as it passed," the lad said, "but the skin is not broken.