He turned around and around, with the ever-circling rifle whirling in the faces of the baffled foe.
Once opposite the lane leading from the glade he changed his tactics, and plunged with fierce impetuosity into the midst of the painted throng.

Then began a fearful conflict.

The Indians fell before the sweep of his powerful arms; but grappled with him from the ground.

He literally plowed his way through the struggling mass, warding off an hundred vicious blows.

Savage after savage he flung off, until at last he had a clear path before him.