The one boy then fired, his Indian never moving after receiving the shot, while the other boy struck at the same moment; but the tomahawk went too far back on the neck, and the savage tried to spring to his feet, yelling loudly.
However the boy struck him again and again as he strove to rise, and he fell back and was soon dead.

Then the two boys hurried off through the darkness, fearing lest other Indians might be in the neighborhood.

Not very far away they struck a path which they recognized, and the elder hung up his hat, that they might find the scene of their feat when they came back.

Continuing their course they reached a block-house shortly before daybreak.

On the following day a party of men went out with the elder boy and found the two dead Indians.