To the waist all bare Phil Blood lay there, with
only his knife in his belt,
And I saw his bloodshot eye-balls stare, and I
knew how fierce he felt,—
When the Injin dances with grinning glances
around him as he lies,
With his painted skin and his monkey grin,—
and leers into his eyes!
Then before I knew what I should do Phil Blood
was on his feet,