At last I took a steady aim while old Joe was running smoothly.

The bullet not only hit the rear man, but passed through him and killed the man in front.
They both fell.

I took another shot to make sure they were not playing 'possum.

As they fell, Powder Face stopped and looked around, to learn what it was all about.

I called to him, and he came up to me.
Both Indians were wearing beautiful war-bonnets, of which I took possession, as well as of their fancy trappings.