He measured the space accurately with his keen eye; but his tomahawk flew wide of its mark, burying itself to the eye in the limb to which the lasso was secured.
The victim of the laughing waters was saved again.
Next came Wolf-Nail.
The young hunter watched him with a white face and a heart wild with despair.
He stepped forward slowly, and hurled his tomahawk without much care.
The swinging cord was a difficult target.
Vere felt the lasso jerk, and thought the end had come.
But he was saved again.
The handle of the tomahawk struck the lasso, and the weapon glanced off and fell with a muffled splash into the water.
Bear-Killer was the last to try.