Twang!
The sound of Ni-ha-be's bow-string cut Red Wolf's haughty reply in two in the middle, and it was well for the miner "Bill" that he was quick in dodging. As it was, he dropped his rifle, for there was an arrow through his right arm above the elbow, and Ni-ha-be was fitting another.
Twang!
But the man at whom Rita aimed her arrow was an old Indian fighter, and he parried it easily.
"Red Wolf, your pistol!"
"Boys," exclaimed Bill, "they're a lot of young wild-cats! We'll jest have to shoot. Pick on the redskin, quick, and knock over the two girls before they make a hole into ye."
The two parties were hardly twenty yards apart, and all this had happened in a few seconds; but just then Red Wolf was exclaiming,
"Two more!"
And Rita said, excitedly,
"Stop, Ni-ha-be! See! They are fighting other. These two are friends. Don't shoot!"