"The savage leaned too fur forward when he fired at me, an' exposed hisself.

Served him right fur tryin' to hurt me." Then Sol, who had raised himself up a little, lay down again in his comfortable position.

He did not seem disturbed at all, but Paul kept gazing at the figure of the dead warrior.

Once more his spirit recoiled at the need of taking life.

Presently came a spatter of rifle fire--a dozen shots, perhaps--and bullets clipped turf and trees.