"They fought like cornered mountain wolves.

We admit it.

And this one, Crockett you call him, was perhaps the most terrible of them all.

He swung his clubbed rifle so fiercely that none dared come within its reach.

I slew him." "You ?" exclaimed Ned.
"Yes, I! Why should I not?
I fired two pistol bullets into him and he fell." He spoke with a certain pride.