Hugh Pendexter,
Gentlemen of the North — Chapter 7
(1920)
“ Knowing I could not begin too soon to teach them their place, I rested the gun on Flat Mouth's shoulder, aimed a bit high and had the satisfaction of seeing the brave go sprawling down the bank, his head and shoulders remaining under water. This kill wrung a chorus of devilish yells from the hidden warriors. Flat Mouth hurled his war-cry at them and danced in great glee. I reloaded and urged the Pillager to return to the girl and prepare her for making the tip of the grove. ”
