One glance at the warrior told the whole truth to the watcher, whose gun was already cocked and pointed in that direction.
Black Turtle had selected his own position, and, slowly drawing back his sinewy arm, he aimed straight for him who never dreamed of his peril.
The savage gathered his strength for the throw that was to inflict death upon an innocent man.
But Black Turtle made a slight mistake.
"But Black Turtle made a slight mistake."
Before the weapon could leave his fingers the sharp report of a rifle broke the stillness, followed instantly by the death-shriek of the savage, as he flung his arms aloft and fell forward, almost against the log on which the Brainerd family were sitting.
The scheme of Jake Golcher and Black Turtle was indefinitely postponed.