He did not stop to see if it took effect, but it was the messenger of Death.

One of the guerrillas reeled, and measured his length upon the ground, dead in a moment.
Fleet as a deer the brave scout pushed on till he got within the protecting shadows of the friendly woods.

There they lost the trail, and though he saw them from his place of concealment, he was himself unseen.
"Curse him!" said the disappointed leader.

"He must have sunk into the earth, or vanished into the air." "If he's sunk into the earth, that is where we want him," answered another, with grim humor.
"You will find I am not dead yet!" said the hidden scout to himself.

"I shall live to trouble you yet." He passed the remainder of the day in the woods, fearing that his pursuers might still be lingering about.
"If there were only two or three, I'd come out and face 'em," he said, "but the odds are too great.