"Don't you see who's passing out there ?" "Braxton Wyatt," said Sol.

"I'd like to get my hands on that scoundrel.
I've had to stand a lot from him." "The score must wait.

But first we'll provide you with weapons.

See, the Iroquois have stacked some of their rifles here while they're at the feast." A dozen good rifles had been left leaning against a hut near by, and Henry, still watching lest he be observed, chose the best, with its ammunition, for his comrade, who, owing to his semi-civilized attire, still remained in the shadow of the other hut.
"Why not take four ?" whispered the shiftless one.

"We'll need them for the other boys." Henry took four, giving two to his comrade, and then they hastily slipped back to the other side of the hut.