The head came a little farther, disclosing a shoulder, and Obed White fired.

They heard a yell of pain, and a thrashing among the bushes, but the sound rapidly moved farther and farther away.
"That fellow was stung badly," said Obed White with satisfaction, "and he won't come back.

I'm glad to see, Ned, that you held your fire, keeping ready for any other who might come." Ned glowed at the compliment.

He had cocked his rifle, and was ready but he remained cool, wasting no shot.
"I fancy that they now know we are here," said Obed, who loved to talk, "and that we have not been demolished by the several tons of rock that they have sent down from above.

A shot to the wise is sufficient.