Yet no one was firing faster or with surer aim than he, and faint gleams of satisfaction showed now and then in his eyes.

Paul could not restrain speech.
"It seems to me, Sol, that you are not tired as you said you were," he said.
"Perhaps not," replied Sol slowly, "but I will be." The savages suddenly began to shout, and kept up a ferocious yelling, as if they would confuse and terrify their opponents.

The woods echoed with the din, the long-drawn, whining cry, like that of a wolf, and despite all the efforts of a strong will, Paul shuddered as he had not shuddered at the sound of the rifle fire.
"'Tain't no singin' school," said Shif'less Sol, in a clear voice that Paul could hear above the uproar, "but, then, yellin' don't hurt nobody, either.

I'd be pow'ful tired ef I used my mouth that way.

But jest you remember, Paul, that noise ain't bullets." It seemed to Paul that the Shawnees had come to the same conclusion, because all the yelling suddenly ceased, and with it the firing.