At the same time he did not forget the dozen horsemen that had stolen out so cautiously from the rear, and he knew that "if it were done, then 'twere well it were done quickly," as Macbeth so aptly puts it.
Sut carefully measured the intervening space with his eye, but Lone Wolf was still too near his reserve.

The two men were eying each other like cats, and, although he taunted so loudly, yet no one would have been readier than the Apache to flee if he believed that he was in greater peril than his antagonist.
"Why does not Lone Wolf move faster ?" asked Sut, hoping to spur him into doing so.
"Why does not the hunter wait for him ?" asked the chief, very appropriately, in return.
The scout thought that if he could draw the savage a few yards further he would have him just where he wanted him.

Feeling how precious the passing time was, he galloped his mustang a rod or so and then came to a sudden abrupt halt.
"Here I'll await you, you old copper-skinned hoodlum!" he called out, in unmistakable English.
Lone Wolf did not check his speed; nor, on the other hand, did he hasten it.

Let alone, he was sure to reach the proper point in due time; but the trouble was that Sut had no time to spare.

The dozen horsemen who were making their circuit must have accomplished considerable of it already, and would soon be closing in around him.
The hunter had been caught in just such predicaments many a time before, and had managed to pull through without material injury; but no brave man who was possessed of ordinary sense would willingly allow himself to be drawn into such a trap.