He too sprang into the air.
His heavy boots landed full on the Indian's face, mangling and mutilating it almost beyond human semblance.
But the uncertain footing threw the outlaw from his feet and he fell sprawling over the body of his antagonist.
In an instant he had whirled over.
Again the combatants were locked in a deadly embrace.
It seemed as if human flesh and blood could not stand the terrible gruelling that each desperate man had sustained.
Still the battle waged on as sanguinary as before.
Never had such a desperate fight to the death been known in all that wild, barbarous country, and the story of it has been handed down—told in tepee and at firesides to this day. You can hear it any day should you chance to come across some old trapper or Indian chief when either is in a communicative mood.
But neither man of iron could conquer the other.