He could only look at his enemy and await the end.

He was without the power to raise a finger in his own defence.
"Drop gun!" commanded his master.

The words showed the lad that he had a few minutes at least to live, but the "drop" was on him and he promptly obeyed.
"Drop little gun!" added the Sioux, who never wavered in keeping his rifle pointed at the chest of the young man.
Fred withdrew his revolver and flung it at his feet.

He was now without a single firearm.

An infant could not have been more helpless.
As yet he had not spoken a word.