He could never grow used to the taking of human life, even in dire necessity.
He knew that Willet had spoken the truth, and that the red sharpshooter would fire only one more shot.

Soon he had the proof.

The second flash came from the same point.

Again the bullet glanced among the rocks, but, before the report of the rifle died, another answered.
It was that of the hunter and he found his mark.

A cry came from the bush, followed by a fierce yell of anger from those farther back, and then the sinister stillness settled again over the wilderness.
"The Indian has gone!" whispered Grosvenor in an awed tone to Robert.
"Yes, Dave fired at the flash, and he never misses.