Seizing the hatchet he had brought away from the house, he suddenly stopped his horse, and, as the Indian came along-side, aimed a savage blow at his head.
"Don't you know me, Sam ?" said the Indian in good English, dodging the blow.

"I'm Weatherford.

If I'd wanted to kill you I might have done so a dozen times in the last five minutes.

You know I don't want to kill _you_, though you're the only white man on earth I'd let go.

But the others will make an end of you if they catch you.