I told him to kill you, you lying, renegade Injun--and if he couldn't, I can! Yuh WILL watch me, hey ?" Good Indian backed from him in sheer amazement.

Epithets unprintable poured in a stream from the loose, evil lips.

Baumberger was a raving beast of a man.

He would have torn the other to pieces and reveled in the doing.

He bellowed forth threats against Good Indian and the Harts, young and old, and vaunted rashly the things he meant to do.