But he saw that the rifle, after moving, became quite motionless, and he suspected that it was about to be used.
Again the cheek snuggled the stock of his rifle.
"This is goin' to be some shot--if I make it!" he told himself just before he fired.

"There ain't nothin' to shoot at but one of his ears, looks like." But at the report of the rifle, the weapon that had been so rigid and motionless slipped from behind the rock and clattered downward.

It caught halfway between the rock and the bottom of the defile.

There came no sound from behind the rook, and no movement.
"Got him!" yelled Williams.

"Go to it! There's only two more on this side, that I can see.