Evidently he had not been seriously injured, only stunned.

Covered with blood from a swollen, gashed lump on his temple, he certainly presented a savage appearance.
"Where's the yellow-haired lass ?" he demanded, pushing away Silvertip's friendly arm.

He glared around the glade.

The Shawnee addressed him briefly, whereupon he raged to and fro under the tree, cursing with foam-flecked lips, and actually howling with baffled rage.

His fury was so great that he became suddenly weak, and was compelled to sit down.
"She's safe, you villainous renegade!" cried Joe.
"Hush, Joe! Do not anger him.