I do n't want to shoot you, but if you come any nearer or wait any longer, I'll fire.

I'm tired of holding this gun, and it may go off itself." The Apache chief made no answer, but, with his eyes fixed upon the lad, took a step backward, as an earnest of his intention of obeying.
Reaching the log, he hastily clambered over it and speedily vanished like a phantom in the gloom of the wood beyond, leaving the boy master of the field..