The great body of Tandakora was poised like that of a panther, the huge muscles rippling under his bronze skin.

But the slender figure of Tayoga was instinct also with strength, and with an incomparable grace and lightness.

He seemed to move without effort, like a beam of light.
Tandakora crouched as he moved slowly toward the right.

Then his arm suddenly shot back and he hurled his tomahawk with incredible force.

The Onondaga threw his head to one side and the glittering blade, flying on, clove a ranger to the chin.