That unclamped her cloven tongue.

Wildly she screamed.

Old Bill Belllounds appeared, striding off the porch.

And the hunter Wade came running down the path.
"Dad! he's killing Wilson!" cried Columbine.
"Hyar, you devil!" roared the rancher.
Jack Belllounds got up.

Panting, disheveled, with hair ruffled and face distorted, he was not a pleasant sight for even the father.