They did not see a form slip noiselessly behind them, but a sharp knife descended once, then twice, and the bands of both fell free.
"Run! run!" exclaimed the voice of Timmendiquas, low but penetrating.

"I would save you from this!" Amid the darkness and confusion the act of the great Wyandot was not seen by the other Indians and the renegades.

Paul flashed him one look of gratitude, and then he and Shif'less Sol darted away, choosing a course that led them from the crowd in pursuit of the other flying fugitives.
At such a time they might have secured a long lead without being noticed, had it not been for the fierce swarm of old squaws who were first in cruelty that night.

A shrill wild howl arose, and the pointing fingers of the old women showed to the warriors the two in flight.

At the same time several of the squaws darted forward to intercept the fugitives.
"I hate to hit a woman," breathed Shif'less Sol to Paul, "but I'm goin' to do it now." A hideous figure sprang before them.