He's after you, Girty; he'll get you one of these days, and when he does--My God!---" Nothing could be more revolting than that swarthy, evil face turned pale with fear.

Girty's visage was a ghastly, livid white.

So earnest, so intense was Joe's voice, that it seemed to all as if Wetzel was about to dart into the glade, with his avenging tomahawk uplifted to wreak an awful vengeance on the abductor.

The renegade's white, craven heart contained no such thing as courage.

If he ever fought it was like a wolf, backed by numbers.