"The same Indian who shot away these fingers did it.

The bullets seem to come from some elevation.

Send some scout up there and find out where that damned Indian is hiding." "Martin shot?
God, his poor wife! Is he dead ?" said Silas.
"Not yet.

Bennet is bringing him down.

Here, I want this hand tied up, so that my gun won't be so slippery." Wetzel was seen stalking from one porthole to another.