He had stood there as fair a mark as the cruel Huron, yet the Avenger had not chosen him.

Was he reserved for a different fate?
Was not such a death too merciful for the frontier Deathshead?
He yelled in his craven fear: "Le vent de la Mort!" The well known, dreaded appellation aroused the savages from a fearful stupor into a fierce manifestation of hatred.

A tremendous yell rent the air.

Instantly the scene changed..