"They don't carry ez fur.

Now jest watch me change the set uv that savage's figger.

I wouldn't do it, but he's just a-pinin' fur our blood an' the hair on top uv our heads." Up went the long Kentucky rifle, and the moonlight fell clearly along its polished barrel.

Then came the flash, the spurt of smoke, the report echoing among the hills about the lake, and the chief fell forward with his face in the water.

A yell of rage arose from the others, and again bullets pattered on the surface of the lake, but all fell short.