At the same time she flung her arms around Paul in a gesture that was intended alike for affection and detention.
"Run, Paul, run!" exclaimed Shif'less Sol.
Paul attempted to throw off the old woman, but she clung to him like a wild cat, showing marvelous strength and tenacity for one so little and weazened and old.

Shif'less Sol saw the difficulty and, seizing her in his powerful grasp, tore her loose.
"Don't hurt her, Sol!" cried Paul.
Shif'less Sol understood, and he cast her from them, but not with violence.

Then the two ran with utmost speed and desperate need toward the forest, because the village behind them was up and alive.

Lights flared, dogs barked, men shouted, and before the friendly trees were reached rifles began to crack.
"Jumpin' Jehoshaphat!" cried Shif'less Sol, as a bullet whistled past his ear.

"Ef that don't put life into a tired man, I don't know what will." He ran with amazing swiftness, and Paul, light-footed, kept beside him.
But the alert Shawnee warriors, ever quick to answer an alarm, were already in fleet pursuit, and only the darkness kept their bullets from striking true.