Silas and Alfred sheered off toward the fence, out of line.

When within twenty yards of Wetzel they saw a swarthy-faced and athletic savage squeeze through the narrow crevice.

He had not straightened up before the axe, wielded by the giant hunter, descended on his head, cracking his skull as if it were an eggshell.

The savage sank to the earth without even a moan.

Another savage naked and powerful, slipped in.