THE END OF ELI'S HUNT Indian Jake, quick as a cat, had thrown himself upon the ground with Eli's last count.

Like the loon that dives at the flash of the hunter's gun, he was a fraction of a second quicker than Eli.

Now, lying prone, his rifle at his shoulder, he had Eli covered, and the chamber of Eli's rifle was empty.
"Drop that gun!" he commanded.
Eli, believing in the first instant that Indian Jake had fallen as the result of the shot, was taken wholly by surprise.

He stood dazed and dumb with the smoking rifle in his hand.

He did not at once realize that the half-breed had him covered.