The resemblance ceased here, for even a cornered wolf will show his teeth, and Girty, driven to bay, would have cringed and cowered.

Even now at the mention of Wetzel's enmity he trembled.
"I'll shet yer wind," he cried, catching up his tomahawk and making for Joe.
Silvertip intervened, and prevented the assault.

He led Girty back to his seat and spoke low, evidently trying to soothe the renegade's feelings.
"Silvertip, give me a tomahawk, and let me fight him," implored Joe.
"Paleface brave--like Injun chief.

Paleface Shawnee's prisoner--no speak more," answered Silvertip, with respect in his voice.
"Oh, where's Nellie ?" A grief-stricken whisper caught Jim's ear.

He turned to see Kate's wide, questioning eyes fixed upon him.
"Nell was rescued." "Thank God!" murmured the girl.
"Come along," shouted Girty, in his harsh voice, as, grasping Kate's arm, he pulled the girl violently to her feet.