A bullet seems to prick rather than to maim him, and he will attack the hunter with the most desperate and persevering fierceness.
Carson was helpless.

He had discharged his rifle.

The brutes were close upon him, and there were two of them.

They could outrun him.

His fate seemed sealed.
For once, Kit Carson was frightened; but not so much so as in the slightest degree to lose his self-possession.