Sergeant Whitley was by the lad's side, and he glanced at him now and then.

The wise sergeant read the youth's face, and he knew that he was upon a quest, a deadly one.
"Is it Slade you're looking for, Mr.Mason ?" he asked.
"Yes, I want him!" "Well, if we see him, and you miss him, I think I'll take a shot at him myself." But Slade, crafty and cunning, kept himself well hidden.

The two bands fighting this Indian combat, while the great battle raged so near them, were now very near to each other, but as they had both thickets and a rocky outcrop for refuge, they fought from hiding.

Nevertheless many fell.

Dick, the ferocity of the man-hunt continuing to burn his brain, sought everywhere for Slade.