um-m-mmwoo-o-o-o

Updated: June 18, 2025

"Um-m-mmwoo-o-o-o!" The sentinel's form melted into the shade. He was gone like a phantom. Another Indian rose quickly, and glanced furtively around the glade. He bent over a comrade and shook him. Instantly the second Indian was on his feet. Scarcely had he gained a standing posture when an object, bounding like a dark ball, shot out of the thicket and hurled both warriors to the earth.

Zane Grey - The Spirit of the Border