And the Injin could trace the hate in his face,
and his heart began to beat,
And, "Git out o' the way," he heard them say,
"for he means to hev your life!"
But before he could fly at the warning cry, he
saw the flash of the knife.
"Run, Panther run!" cried each mother's son,
and the Panther took the track;
With a wicked glare, like a wounded bear, Phil
Blood sprang at his back.