The knife was held firmly, but not as it would have been were he about to strike.

The tomahawk, however, was drawn back, as if he were only holding it a second, while he selected his victim.

His eyes! no imagination can conceive their fierce electric glitter as their burning gaze was fixed upon his merciless enemies.

Black as midnight, they seemed to emit palpable rays, that shot through the air with an irresistibly penetrating power, and not once was their awful power eclipsed for an instant by the closing of the eyelid.
Onward came the exultant Shawnees.

There was no checking them, and throwing all his mighty strength in his right arm, Oonomoo hurled his tomahawk like a thunderbolt among them.