Twenty feet away the ferns were parted to disclose a white, gleaming face, with eyes that seemingly glittered.

Brawny shoulders were upraised, and then a tall, powerful man stood revealed.

Lightly he stepped over the leaves into the little glade.

He bent over the sleeping Indians.
Once, twice, three times a long blade swung high.

One brave shuddered another gave a sobbing gasp, and the third moved two fingers--thus they passed from life to death.
"Wetzel!" cried Joe.
"I reckon so," said the deliverer, his deep, calm voice contrasting strangely with what might have been expected from his aspect.