"Ah, they are trying to pass around our right flank." His comment was drawn by distant shots on their right.

The reports, however, did not advance, and the two, reassured, settled back into their places.

Three or four of the best scouts and skirmishers were at the threatened point, and they created the effect of at least a dozen.
Robert knew that the illusion of a great force confronting them was growing in the Indian mind, and his heart glowed with satisfaction.
While they held the savage host the fugitive train was putting fresh miles between them and pursuit.

Suddenly he raised his own rifle and fired.

Then he uttered a low cry of disappointment.
"It was Tandakora himself," he said.