Ah! there comes one! Which?
I guess it's Edwards.

By gum! who's that Injun stalkin' over from the hostile bunch.

Big chief, whoever he is.

Blest if it ain't Half King!" The watchers saw the chief wave his arm and speak with evident arrogance to Edwards, who, however, advanced to the platform and raised his hand to address the Christians.
"Crack!" A shot rang out from the thicket.

Clutching wildly at his breast, the missionary reeled back, staggered, and fell.
"One of those skulkin' redskins has killed Edwards," said Zane.
"But, no; he's not dead! He's gettin' up.