When he was a dozen feet behind the Indians Minnetaki stumbled in a sudden effort to free herself, and as one of her captors half turned to drag her to her feet he saw the enraged youth, club uplifted, bearing down upon them like a demon.

A terrific yell from Rod, a warning cry from the Indian, and the fray began.

With crushing force, the boy's club fell upon the shoulder of the second Indian, and before he could recover from the delivery of this blow the youth was caught in a choking, deadly grip by the other from behind.
Freed by the sudden attack, Minnetaki tore away the cloth that bound her eyes and mouth.

As quick as a flash she took in the situation.

At her feet the wounded Indian was half rising, and upon the ground near him, struggling in close embrace, were Rod and the other.