Deprived thus of breath, his mouth opened, his tongue protruded; his eyes seemed starting from their sockets, and his arms beat the air.

Then he was lifted and flung with a crash against the cabin wall.

Falling, he lay in a heap on the grass, while the blood flowed from a cut on his temple.
"What's this ?" cried a man, authoritatively.

He had come swiftly up, and arrived at the scene where stood the grizzled frontiersman.
"It was purty handy, Wentz.

I couldn't hev' did better myself, and I was comin' for that purpose," said the frontiersman.