“Cut the rope above Cayuse’s hands.”
The scout started and stared at the girl.
Such a feat, if successfully accomplished, would be one of the most remarkable he had ever seen.
To throw a knife and keep it perpendicular was comparatively easy; but, in order to sever the rope, Dell would have to throw the blade so that its edge would meet the rope horizontally.
“Are you sure you can do it?” went on the scout gravely.
“I would not try if I were not.”
“If you made a miss——”
“I know what would happen if I made a miss, but I shall not. Stand close enough to catch him when the rope parts, Buffalo Bill.”
Dell Dauntless was perfectly cool. The scout marveled at her self-control, and her stony calmness.
Without removing her gauntlet, she took the knife in her right hand by the point; then she measured the distance and the height with a quick eye.