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224 swift whiz-z! beside him and an arrow embedded itself in a sapling a few yards ahead of him. He turned swiftly and plunged into the wood. As he dropped to cover, he was conscious of a stinging pain in his left shoulder, and looking he beheld an arrow thrust  into the soft part of his upper arm. Fortunately, it had no more than buried its head, and he wrenched it loose and, sinking behind  a tree, held it clutched in his right hand as  he peered cautiously forth. It was not much of a weapon, to be sure, but it gave him  some comfort to feel even so poor a defense  in his grasp. The Indians were coming toward his hiding-place at a slow trot, with  many pauses. One had fitted another arrow to his bow, but the second held only his  tomahawk as he advanced. Flight, as hopeless as it seemed, was David’s only course, and in an instant he was up and away, dashing from tree to tree. An arrow flew past him; footsteps sounded above the thumping  of his heart. A good runner, David’s night-long journey had left him with little strength for the present task, and after a minute he  saw that capture was certain, for already the  swifter of the two pursuers was close behind  him and he knew without looking that the