Then Braxton Wyatt rose to his feet and trembled violently.

Though he could not see them now, he must believe.

He could feel that powerful grasp yet upon his arms, and that heavy hand yet upon his mouth.

He knew, too, as well as he knew that he was living, that the unseen muzzles were there, trained upon him.

As Henry Ware truly said, no one of the three ever missed, and he had no chance.
He stopped his trembling with an effort of the will and walked to the rock under the trees, thirty or forty yards away.