“But this is not the place to commit such barbarities as that, and I’ll stop him before any of the others see him.”
Kingman applied his mouth to the loop-holes, and shrieked.
“Helloa there! What are you at?”
The backwoodsman raised his eyes and looked up at the block-house, but made no reply. He then stooped, and seizing another Indian committed the same disgusting outrage upon him. His coolness and unconcern touched Kingman, and he called out.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“None your business,” retorted the hunter, continuing his operations as before.
“Confound him!” muttered Kingman to Moffat. “I have a great notion to give him a taste of cold lead for his imprudence.”
“You try it, and you will never pull another trigger,” replied Moffat in his tone of deadly meaning.
“Why, what has got into you so suddenly?”
“Do you know who that man is?”