No one of their bullets would miss! "Yellow Panther," he said, and his voice faltered, "let us abandon the trail and go back." Yellow Panther looked at him, astonished by words and manner alike.
"Go back!" he said.

"Did you not tell me that they were false, that there were no such warriors in the Shawnee village ?" Braxton Wyatt trembled, and the cold sweat came again on his forehead.

If only those rifles were not there in the thicket! A mighty power seemed to draw him about for one look, only one! But he did not dare--it was death!--and with a supreme effort he wrenched himself away.
"I was wrong," he said.

"I was eager for war, eager to see the Shawnees and Miamis go together against the white settlements in the south--so eager that I forgot the men.

But I remember them now." "Have you a crooked tongue ?" asked Yellow Panther.
"No, no!" cried Braxton Wyatt, in mortal terror of the three rifles.