Otherwise all were naked save for the breech-cloth, and their brown bodies were glistening with war paint.
Behind them, yet came the black front of the buffalo herd, but it was a full mile away.
Obed looked also, and his heart smote him.

Older and more experienced than Ned, he knew that with the fierce Lipans the most powerful of all lures was the lure of scalps.

Just as the wolf can trail down the moose at last, they could follow for days on their tough mustangs.

But as he shifted his good rifle a bit he felt better.

Both he and Ned were splendid marksmen, and if the chase were a success for the Lipans there would also be a bitter fight at the end of it.
Now he and Ned ceased to talk, the sun blazed down on the plain, and on sped the chase, hour after hour..