"Sol," he exclaimed, "what under the sun do you mean?"
The mouth of the shiftless one opened again, but this time in a wide grin of delight.
"I wuz jest tellin' them Injuns that I didn't like 'em," he replied. "Do you reckon they understood?"
"I think they did," replied Henry with emphasis.
"That bein' so, I'll tell 'em ag'in. Look out, here she comes!"
Again the mouth of Shif'less Sol swung wide, and again he uttered that fearful yell of defiance, abuse, contempt and loathing, a yell so powerful that it came back in repeated echoes without any loss of character. The Indians on the bank, stung by it, uttered a fierce shout and fired another volley, but the bullets fell further short than ever. Shif'less Sol smiled in deep content.
"See how I'm makin' 'em waste good ammunition," he sa
