They would be caught, and would be carried back to become the victims of the terrible tomahawk.
The figure in the bushes rose a little higher, the muzzle of a rifle was projected, and flame leaped from the steel tube.
But it was neither Shif'less Sol nor Paul who fell.

They heard a cry behind them, and when Shif'less Sol took a hasty glance backward he saw one of the Mohawks fall.

The three who were left hesitated and stopped.
When a second shot was fired from the bushes and another Mohawk went down, the remaining two fled.
Shif'less Sol understood now, and he rushed into the bushes, dragging Paul after him.

Henry, Tom, and Long Jim rose up to receive them.
"So you wuz watchin' over us!" exclaimed the shiftless one joyously.

"It wuz you that clipped off the first Mohawk, an' we didn't even notice the shot." "Thank God, you were here!" exclaimed Paul.