The Comanche would never scalp another enemy; he would never drive his tomahawk into the head of a helpless woman or child again. His fighting days were over.
The little Frenchman wondered greatly how the old hunter could shoot with such deadly effect from the back of a horse that was going at its utmost speed. Afterward, Monsieur Tierney tried the thing himself, but found it a hard job to turn and discharge a gun while going at full speed, and as to taking any aim at all, why the thing was simply impossible with him.
It is really a very difficult and yet useful thing to learn, this shooting so accurately from the back of a horse.
The Indians only yelled a little harder, and urged their horses on a little faster, if that were possible, on having their number diminished by the rifle of the guide.
A good many of them carried guns; in fact, when Red Buffalo picked out this band, he singled out men who, for the most part, owned guns.
Some of these now began to fire, but being poor marksmen, their bullets whistled through the air many feet away from the heads of those they shot at.
A mile had been passed over since Ralph had fired his gun.
Again he turned in his saddle, with his rifle to his shoulder, and again the deadly crack sounded.
The Indians had seen him loading, and were expecting this.
Therefore, when the guide turned around, every one of them disappeared behind the body of his steed.