Surely he would not try to take the sawmill by storm in face of so many deadly rifles! Black Rifle suddenly left the others and crept toward the right.
Robert's eyes followed him, and his mind was held by a curious sort of fascination.

He knew that the scout had heard something and he almost divined what was about to occur.

Black Rifle stopped a moment or two at a stump, and then curved swiftly about it.

A dusky figure sprang up, but the war cry was choked in the throat of the Huron, and then the knife, wielded by a powerful arm, flashed.

Robert quickly turned his eyes away, because he did not wish to see the fall of the blade, and he knew that the end was certain.