At this the Indian frowned.
"Bear must have been sick—white boy no bring game down like that if well—too powerful."
"I brought him down and I'll bring you down if you don't stop where you are," was the steady answer.
"Oh, Dick, he'll shoot you," whispered Nellie. She wanted to get before him, but he would not allow it.
By this time Yellow Elk had arrived to within a dozen steps of them. Now he stopped and the frown upon his ugly countenance deepened.
"Did white boy hear what Yellow Elk said?"
"I did."
"Does white boy want to die?"
"Does Yellow Elk want to die? I can shoot as straight as you."
The words had scarcely left Dick's mouth than there came a clear click.