Confident that he could accomplish no harm, even if he wished to try it, Ashman refrained from firing, while the company surveyed him with a feeling akin to admiration.
He was over six feet in height and of massive proportions.

He would have been an ugly customer in a tussle where the conditions were equal, and Ashman could not forbear the thought that he was one of the contestants in the frightful sport he had witnessed near the village.
If so, there was little doubt that he was hailed the champion.

It may have been that he had hastened along the forest path, burning with a desire to assail the mysterious beings who had used his countrymen so ill, and he was filled with chagrin and disappointment that he had arrived too late.
But there was no end to the fancies that might be formed concerning him.

That there was little imagination about Bippo was shown by his timid request to his masters to shoot the savage.

To Bippo the elimination of a single enemy of such formidable mien was a consummation devoutly to be prayed for.