He gritted his teeth.

The Delaware chief was as safe as though he were a thousand miles away.

This opportunity for which Wetzel had waited so many years, and the successful issue of which would have gone so far toward the fulfillment of a life's purpose, was worse than useless.

A great temptation assailed the hunter.
Wetzel's face was white when he raised the rifle; his dark eye, gleaming vengefully, ran along the barrel.

The little bead on the front sight first covered the British officer, and then the broad breast of Girty.