Bows were bending among the blankets, but the four rifles now pointed steadily out.

One movement would have meant death to many, but that movement was fore-stalled in the still more rapid happenings of the unfinished combat.

For one-half second the two fighting men stood apart, the one stunned at his unexpected wound, the other startled that the wound had not proved fatal.

Seeing his antagonist still on his feet.

White Calf for the first time lost courage.