The youth had made a desperate fight, had killed one of the outlaws, and after being wounded in the conflict had been carried off bodily.

Wabi and his captors could not be more than two or three miles away.

A quick pursuit would probably overtake them within an hour.
Mukoki came to Rod's side.
"Me follow--kill!" he said.

"Me kill so many quick!" He pointed toward the four trails.

"You stay--" Rod clambered to his feet.
"You mean we'll kill 'em, Muky," he broke in.