He got into a position where he could see the approach of Buffalo Bill and those with him, for he feared the scout most of all.
They passed beneath him, in a troughlike depression. He saw them enter the “dip,” and was seized with the thought that he might slay them all, when they gained a certain point.
Close by him was a great bowlder. He was familiar with it, and knew that it might be set in motion down the hill if a lever were set under its edge. He found a stick that would do for the lever, which he put in position; then he waited.
He could not see them now, but he could hear them. When he judged the right moment had come he threw his weight and strength on the lever, and started the stone.
He started more than that—he started a landslip!
The crash of the bounding bowlder, and the roar of the landslip which it had started, warned the scout and his pards of their peril.
Yet it seemed that the discovery of their danger came hardly in time.
“Run for your lives!” the scout yelled.
But as they ran for their lives the Dutch pard went down before the terrible landslip.