Then Wetzel's dark face, lighted by merciless eyes, took its place, and that gave way to Deering's broad features.

The men being clad alike in buckskin, and their motions so rapid, prevented Zane from lending a helping hand.
Suddenly Deering was propelled from the mass as if by a catapult.
His body straightened as it came down with a heavy thud.

Zane pounced upon it with catlike quickness.

Once more he swung aloft the bloody hatchet; then once more he lowered it, for there was no need to strike.

The renegade's side was torn open from shoulder to hip.