Having first faced one side, they were now facing another, as the savages wheeled about them.

He rose to his feet in order to keep with his friends.

He had been loading and firing more rapidly than he knew, and the barrel of his rifle was hot to his touch.

He stood a moment listening for the savages, and then turned to two indistinct figures near him.
"Sol," he said, "can you and Henry see them ?" The two indistinct figures suddenly became distinct, and sprang upon him.
He was seized in a powerful grasp and hurled down so violently that he became unconscious for a little while.

Why he was not killed he did not know that night, nor ever after--probably they wished to show a trophy.
When he gathered his scattered senses he was being dragged away, and his hands were bound.