“if you think it best that i shall stay at home, i will do so,” said the young man, striving hard to repress the disappointment the words caused him.

“no; you shall not,” the wife hastened to interpose; “everything has been arranged for you to go with your uncle.”

“was there ever a wife like you?” asked the captain admiringly; “there is more pluck in that little frame of yours, edna, than in any one of my men. very well; avon will go with us, but i can tell you, i shall be uneasy until i get back again.”

“we have neighbors,” she continued, still busy with her sewing, “and if we need help, can get it.”

“i declare,” observed the captain grimly, “i forgot that; jim kelton’s cabin is only 11eight miles to the south, and dick halpine’s is but ten miles to the east; if the redskins do molest you, you have only to slip in next door and get all the help you want.”

as we have said, it was a chilly night in early spring. the moon was hidden by clouds, so that one could see but a short distance on the open prairie. a fitful wind was blowing, adding to the discomfort of outdoors, and causing the interior of the cabin to be the more comfortable by contrast.

but a few rods to the westward was a growth of mesquite bush, in which the two mustangs that the captain and his nephew expected to ride were wandering at will. the animals were so trained that either would come at the whistle of his master, who, therefore, felt sure of finding him at command when wanted––that is, provided no outsiders disturbed him. this mesquite growth, consisting of open bushes which attain a height of eight or ten feet, extended over an area of several acres, affording the best kind of hiding-place for man or animal.

the signs of their old enemies, the comanches, 12to which captain shirril referred, had been noticed by his men, including young avon burnet. they had seen the smoke of camp-fires in the distance, had observed parties of horsemen galloping to and fro, and, in fact, had exchanged shots with the dusky marauders when they ventured too near in the darkness.

there could be no doubt that these fellows were on the watch for a chance to stampede the cattle, but the vigilance of the cowboys prevented that disaster. most of the latter believed the comanches would hover on their flank, probably until the beasts were well out of texas and far over the line in the indian nation or kansas. that they would stay behind to avenge themselves upon the wife and servant of the captain was not to be believed. the wife was equally certain on that point, so their leader suffered himself to be persuaded that his misgivings were groundless.

but this feeling of security, which was felt by all, suffered a startling interruption.

when captain shirril erected his humble 13cabin several years before, he did not forget the danger to which he was certain to be exposed from the indians. the wooden walls were heavy and bullet-proof, and the door was capable of being barred so strongly at an instant’s warning, that nothing less than a battering ram could drive it inward. the windows were too narrow to admit the passage of the most elongated redskin that ever wormed himself into the camp of an enemy. the structure was long and low, with an upper story, in which the cowboys slept whenever it was advisable to do so.

“you have had so much experience with this kind of business,” said the captain, “that i suppose i ought not to feel uneasy, even if i knew you would be attacked, for there are two guns here ready for you and dinah, and you have both proven that you understand how to use the weapons; there is plenty of ammunition, too, and since you have had full warning of what may possibly take place–––”

at that instant the resounding report of a rifle broke the stillness on the outside, 14there was a jingle of glass, and the pipe which captain shirril had held in his mouth while talking was shattered as if from the explosion of a torpedo within the bowl.

nothing could have shown the wonderful training of this little family in the perils of the frontier more strikingly than did their actions at this moment. not a word was spoken, but almost at the instant the alarming occurrence took place, the captain, his wife, and his nephew leaped backward with lightning-like quickness. the movement took the three out of range of the two windows at the front of the house, with the door midway between, those being the only openings on the lower floor.

dinah happened to be at the extreme rear, where she was safe for the time. she was about to advance, when checked by the crash of the window pane and the crack of the rifle.

“for de lawd’s sake,” she exclaimed, “de warmints hab come!”

“so they have,” replied the captain, rising upright from his crouching posture, “and see what they have done!”

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he held up the stem of his pipe, which he had kept between his teeth during the exciting moments, with such a grim expression of woe that, despite the frightful incident, his wife and even avon smiled.

“it is a pity indeed,” she said, “you will have to use your new one, and i know how much that will pain you.”

“they shall pay for this,” he added with a shake of his head.

fortunately the rifles of himself and nephew were leaning in the corner, where they could be readily seized without exposing themselves to another treacherous shot. the men laid hands on them at once.

the weapons were of the repeating kind, and among the best that money could buy in san antonio.

the two guns belonging to mrs. shirril and their servant rested together on the deer’s prongs over the mantel, and, to reach them, one must expose himself to another shot from the outside.

following the rifle report, the sound of horses’ hoofs were heard galloping rapidly 16around the cabin. the captain listened intently for a moment, holding one hand aloft as a signal for the others to keep silent.

“there’s fully a dozen of them,” he said a minute later in a low voice.

“but they know you and avon are here,” added his wife, who was standing motionless just behind him, without any evidence of excitement except that her face was a shade paler than usual.

“i should think so, judging from that,” he replied, spitting the stem of his pipe upon the floor; “but i must get those guns for you.”

“don’t think of it,” she persisted, laying her hand on his shoulder; “you will surely be shot, and there’s no need of them yet.”

“you may as well begin at once; you haven’t had any practice for months.”

gently removing the hand of his wife, whom he loved as he did his life, the captain, holding his own gun in hand, began moving stealthily across the floor toward the fireplace. had he been on his feet, he must have been observed by anyone in the position of the 17savage that had fired the shot which was so well-nigh fatal, but, while so close to the floor, he would not be seen by any comanche unless he was quite close to the window.

the redskin might and might not be there: that risk must be taken, or the guns would have to be left alone for the time.

mrs. shirril was more disturbed than ever, for she knew as well as did her husband the risk he ran, but she knew, too, that, when he once decided to do a thing, it was idle to seek to restrain him.

the burning wood threw an illumination through the room which rendered any other light unnecessary, and the captain could not have been in clearer view had the midday sun been shining. nevertheless he crept slowly forward, until in front of the fireplace. then he paused to consider which of two methods he had in mind was the better for obtaining the weapons.

the comanches were still circling back and forth on the outside, uttering their whoops and firing their guns at intervals, though the latter consisted of blind shooting, and was 18meant to terrify the defenders, since none of the bullets found its way through either of the windows.

captain shirril took but a few seconds to decide upon his course of action.