"Drop that gun, or you die within a second."
Turning to the left Dic saw his friend holding the rifle which had fallen from his own hands when he went down, and the little fellow looked the picture of determined ferocity. Williams dropped his gun. Dic was sitting upright where he had fallen, and Billy, handing him the weapon, said:—
"Kill him, Dic; kill him as you would a wolf. I'm afraid if I shoot I'll miss him, and then he will reload and kill you."
Williams was a hundred and forty yards away, but Dic could easily have pierced his heart. He took the gun and lifted it to his shoulder. Williams stood motionless as a tree upon a calm day. Dic lowered his gun, but after a pause lifted it again and covered Williams's heart. He held the gun to his shoulder for a second or two, then he threw it to the ground, saying:—
"I can't kill him. Tell him to go, Billy Little. Tell him to go before I kill him."
"'Kill Him, Dic; Kill Him As You Would A Wolf.'"
Williams took up his gun from the ground and started to leave, when Dic said to Billy Little:—
"Tell him to leave his bullets."