If ye think I'm a goin' to be scalped where they ain't no scalp, 'ithout tryin' a few dodges, yer a dad dasteder fool an' I used to think ye was, an' that's makin' a big compliment to ye." "Well, we don't have to argy this question, Oncle Jazon; they're a gittin' ready to run in upon us, and we've got to fight.

I say, Beverley, are ye ready for fast shootin'?
Have ye got a plenty of bullets ?" "Yes, Roussillon gave me a hundred.

Do you think--" He was interrupted by a yell that leaped from savage mouth to mouth all round the circle, and then the charge began.
"Steady, now," growled Kenton, "let's not be in a hurry.

Wait till they come nigh enough to hit 'em before we shoot." The time was short; for the Indians came on at almost race-horse speed.
Oncle Jazon fired first, the long, keen crack of his small-bore rifle splitting the air with a suggestion of vicious energy, and a lithe young warrior, who was outstripping all his fellows, leaped high and fell paralyzed.
"Can't shoot wo'th a cent," muttered the old man, deftly beginning to reload his gun the while; "but I jes' happened to hit that buck.

He'll never git my scalp, thet's sartin an' sure." Beverley and Kenton each likewise dropped an Indian; but the shots did not even check the rush.