"No doubt of it," said Henry. "Paul, you and Sol move off to the
right a little, and take the three, while the rest of us will
look out for the four."
The little band separated according to the directions, Paul and
Sol having the lighter task, as the others were to meet the group
of four Indians at closer range. Paul and Sol were behind some
trees, and, turning at an angle, they ran forward to intercept
the three Indians. It would have seemed to anyone who was not
aware of the presence of friends in the forest that the old man
and the boy would surely be overtaken and be tomahawked, but
three rifles suddenly flashed among the foliage. Two of the
warriors in the group of four fell, and a third uttered a yell of
pain. Paul and Shif'less Sol fired at the same time at the group
of three. One fell before the deadly rifle of Shif'less Sol, but
Paul only grazed his man. Nevertheless, the whole pursuit
stopped, and the boy and the old man escaped to the forest, and
subsequently to safety at the Moravian towns.
Paul, watching the happy effect of the shots, was about to say
something to Shif'less Sol, when an immense force was hurled upon
him, and he was thrown to the ground.
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