His rifle fell from his hand, and then he dropped down in the underbrush, thinking one of you might snatch up a weapon and fire.

No, I didn't make an end of him, Robert, but I did make an end of his warfare upon us for a while.

That bullet must have gone clean through his shoulder, and for the present at least he'll have to quit scalp hunting.
But how he must hate us!" "Let him hate," said Robert.

"I don't care how much his hate increases, so long as he can't lie in ambush for us.

It's pretty oppressive to have an invisible death lurking around you, unable to fend it off, and never knowing when or where it will strike." "But we did fend it off," said the big hunter, as he reloaded the rifle of which he had made such good use.