Sol struck her face with his open hand, and with a shriek she went down.

He leaped over her, although she clawed at his feet as he passed, and ran on, with Paul at his side.
Shots were now fired at him, but they went wild, but Paul, casting a look backward out of the corner of his eye, saw that a real pursuit, silent and deadly, had begun.

Five Mohawk warriors, running swiftly, were only a few hundred yards away.

They carried rifle, tomahawk, and knife, and Paul and Shif'less Sol were unarmed.

Moreover, they were coming fast, spreading out slightly, and the shiftless one, able even at such a time to weigh the case coolly, saw that the odds were against them.