The case was no longer so; for Dexter, having a momentary use of his hand, provided himself with a huge dirk-knife, guarded by a string which hung around his neck, and was usually worn in his bosom: a sudden jerk threw it wide, and fixed the blade with a spring.
It was a perilous moment for the fallen man, for the glance of the victor, apart from the action, indicated well the vindictive spirit within him; and the landlord averted his eyes, though he did not speak, and upraised his hands as if to ward off the blow.

The friends of Munro now hurried to his relief, but the stroke was already descending--when, on a sudden, to the surprise of all, the look of Dexter was turned from the foe beneath him, and fixed upon the hills in the distance--his blow was arrested--his grasp relaxed--he released his enemy, and rose sullenly to his feet, leaving his antagonist unharmed.
[Transcriber's note: The following chapter was misnumbered in the original book.

It is actually Chapter XIII.] CHAPTER IX.
NEW PARTIES TO THE CONFLICT.
This sudden and unlooked-for escape of Munro, from a fate held so inevitable as well by himself as all around him, was not more a matter of satisfaction than surprise with that experienced personage.

He did not deliberate long upon his release, however, before recovering his feet, and resuming his former belligerent attitude.
The circumstance to which he owed the unlooked-for and most unwonted forbearance of his enemy was quickly revealed.

Following the now common direction of all eyes, he discerned a body of mounted and armed men, winding on their way to the encampment, in whose well-known uniform he recognised a detachment of the "Georgia Guard," a troop kept, as they all well knew, in the service of the state, for the purpose not merely of breaking up the illegal and unadvised settlements of the squatters upon the frontiers, upon lands now known to be valuable, but also of repressing and punishing their frequent outlawries.