Now, that's good judgment!" Half King stepped before the Christians and addressed them.

He held in his hand a black war-club, which he wielded as he spoke.
Jonathan's attention was now directed from the maple grove to the hunter beside him.

He had heard a slight metallic click, as Wetzel cocked his rifle.

Then he saw the black barrel slowly rise.
"Listen, Lew.

Mebbe it ain't good sense.