The cry showed it.
But it will make the warriors all the more eager to take us." The silence lasted about a quarter of an hour, and then fire was opened upon them from three sides, bullets singing over their heads, or spattering upon the rocks.
"Lie flat, lads," commanded Willet.

"This is random lead, and if we keep close to the earth 'twill all pass us by.

The warriors are seldom good marksmen." But one of the bullets, glancing from a rock, nipped Black Rifle in the shoulder.

It was a very slight wound, though, and its only effect was to make him more eager to reach his enemy.

In a few minutes his chance came as he caught a glimpse of a dusky but incautious figure among the trees, and, quick as a flash, drew trigger on it.