I never saw the like." The others waited expectantly, as if he could give them an explanation, but if he had a thought in his mind he kept it to himself.
"There, they've found it out," he said, when a terrific yell full of anger came from the forest, "but they haven't got him, whoever he is.
They'd shout in a different way if they had." "Why do you say him ?" asked Mr.Pennypacker.

"Surely a single man has not been doing such daring and deadly work!" "It's one man, because there are not two in all this wilderness who can shoot like that.

I'd hate to be in the place of the savages left in that tree." The wonder of the new and unknown ally soon spread through Wareville, and reached Lucy Upton as it reached others.

A thought came to her and she was about to speak of it, but she stopped, fearing ridicule, and merely listened to the excited talk going on all about her.
An hour later a fourth Indian was shot from the tree, and less than fifteen minutes afterwards a fifth fell a victim to the terrible rifle.
Then two, the only survivors, dropped from the boughs and ran for the forest.

Ross, Sol and Paul Cotter were watching together and saw the flight.
"One of them brown rascals will never reach the woods," said Ross with the intuition of the borderer.
The foremost savage fell just at the edge of the forest, shot through the heart, and the other, the sole survivor of the tree, escaped behind the sheltering trunks.
The cry of the angry savages swelled into a terrible chorus and bullets beat upon the stockade, but the attack was quickly repulsed, and again quiet and treacherous peace settled down upon this little spot, this pin point in the mighty wilderness, whose struggle must be carried on unaided, and, in truth, unknown to all the rest of the world.
When the savages were driven back they melted again into the forest, and the old silence and peace laid hold of everything, the brilliant sunshine gilding every house, and dyeing into deeper colors the glowing tints of the wilderness.