Here he was in it, with the hunter whose name alone was to the savages a symbol for all that was terrible.
Wetzel evidently decided quickly on what was to be done, for in few words he directed Joe to cut up so much of the buffalo meat as they could stow in their pockets.

Then, bidding the lad to follow, he turned into the woods, walking rapidly, and stopping now and then for a brief instant.

Soon they emerged from the forest into more open country.

They faced a wide plain skirted on the right by a long, winding strip of bright green willows which marked the course of the stream.

On the edge of this plain Wetzel broke into a run.