Charles's voice rose clear above the surrounding din.
"Murderer, tyrant, tormentor of helpless women and babes, the white man's God doth war against thee.

The hour of thy death has come.

As thou hast done unto others, so shall it be done unto thee." Then the sharp report of the rifle sounded, and the chief bounded into the air and fell back helpless.

He was not dead--his yells of rage and fear told that--but he was helpless.

His thigh was shattered.