It meant that any attempt on his part to raise his gun or draw his tomahawk or knife, would be met by the discharge of the threatening weapon, and his own passage from time into eternity.

So he stared at the lad a moment, and then demanded in good English: "What does my brother want ?" "I want you to leave, just as quickly as you know how, and never show yourself here again." "Lone Wolf's wigwam is many miles away," supplied the Indian, pointing northward, "and he is on his way there now." Fred started a little at this terrible chieftain's name; but he held his gun pointed steadily towards him, determined to fire the instant he attempted the least hostile movement, for his own salvation depended upon such a prompt check-mating of his enemy.
An Indian is always ready to make the best of his situation, and Lone Wolf saw that he was fairly caught.

Still, he acted cautiously, in the hope of throwing the young hero off his guard, so as to permit him to crush him as suddenly as if by a panther's spring.
"If your wigwam is there, it is time you were home," said Fred.

"We are on the lookout for such customers as you, and if any of the others see you they won't let you off so easy as I do.

So the best thing is for you to leave." Lone Wolf made no direct reply to this, except to take a step toward the side of the lad, as if it were involuntary, and intended to further the convenience of conversation; but Fred suspected his purpose, and warned him back.
"Lone Wolf, if you want to carry your life away with you, you will go at once.