Five seconds more and they were sending a terrific fusillade of shots into the edge of the cedars--ten in all--and by the time he had reloaded his own gun Rod could see nothing to shoot at.
"That will hold them for a while," spoke Wabi.

"Most of them came in too big a hurry, and without their snow-shoes, Muky.

We'll beat them to the chasm--easy!" He put an arm around the shoulders of the old Indian, who was still lying upon his face in the snow.

"Let me see, Muky--let me see--" "Chasm first," replied Mukoki.

"She no bad.