I know of none other in the forest so big except the Great Bear himself." "Black Rifle!" exclaimed Robert, with a flash of insight.
"It can be none other." "And he's following on the trail of these Indians, intending to ambush them when they camp tonight.

He hunts them as we would hunt wolves." Robert shuddered a little.

It was a time when human life was held cheap in the wilderness, but he could not bring himself to slay except in self-defense.
"We need Black Rifle," said Willet, "and they'll need him more at the fort.

We've an hour of fair sunlight left, and we must follow this trail as fast as we can and call him back.

Lead the way, Tayoga." The young Onondaga, without a word, set out at a running walk, and the others followed close behind.