But it was the only one that struck so close and presently the savages ceased their fire, although the besieged three were still able to see them in the brilliant moonlight among the bowlders.
"They're getting a bit too insolent," said the hunter.

"Maybe they think it's a shorter distance from them to us than it is from us to them, and that our bullets would drop before they got to 'em.

I think, Tayoga, I'll prove that it's not so." "Choose the man at the edge of the water," said Tayoga.

"He has fired three shots at us, and we should give him at least one in return." "I'll pay the debt, Tayoga." Robert saw the warrior, his head and shoulders and painted chest appearing above the stone.

The distance was great for accuracy, but the light was brilliant, and the rifle of the hunter rose to his shoulder.
The muzzle bore directly upon the naked chest, and when Willet pulled the trigger a stream of fire spurted from the weapon.
The savage uttered a cry, shot forward and fell into the stream.