Things won't be movin' fur some time yet." Paul found that Shif'less Sol was right.

The long waiting customary in such forest combats endured, but he was now becoming more of a stoic, and he used the time, at least in part, for rest, although every nerve and muscle was keyed to attention.

It was fully an hour later when a shot came from behind a tree much nearer to them, and a bullet cut a fragment of bark from the gigantic beech that sheltered Shif'less Sol.

There was a second report before the sound of the first had died away, and a Shawnee, uttering a smothered cry, fell forward from his shelter, and lay upon the ground, quite still.

Paul could see the brown figure, and he knew that the man was dead.
"It was Tom Ross who did that," said Shif'less Sol.