I had only my hunting knife in my belt.

I stood before Ellen, and I fought like ten demons! God is witness that I did all that one man could.

But what avail against scores of such foes?
Three corpses were heaped at my threshold.

I saw them carrying away many others dead or wounded, Our father fought too; and Ellen backed into the corner where the gun stood, and with her own hands she shot down two of the savages.
"Would to heaven she had shot at the white one, who was tenfold more of a fiend! But he shall not escape--he shall not escape! I shall know his face when I see it next.

And I will not go down to the grave till he and I have stood face to face once more, when I am not bound and helpless, but a free man with weapons in my hand.
That day will come; I read it in the book of fate.