captain shirril was never so outwitted in all his life. with never a suspicion that the comanche, dashing over the roof, had any other purpose than to assail him, he was holding his revolver pointed, reflecting at the same time on the blind folly of the red man in rushing to his fate, when he dropped through the scuttle and closed it after him.
with a muttered exclamation of chagrin the texan leaped to his feet, reaching the spot in a couple of bounds, and let fly with two chambers of his weapon. the bullets skimmed over the door, the inimitable dexterity of the indian saving him as by a hair’s breadth.
thus the fellow had entered the cabin after all, by a piece of strategy as brilliant as it was daring, and the only man who was a defender of the place found himself shut out and a prisoner, as may be said, on the roof.
unwilling to believe the astounding logic of facts, the captain stooped down and tried to lift the door; but it had been placed there with the view of being raised only from below. it was impossible to get anything but the slightest hold upon it, and when he tried to lift it upward, it could not be moved.
the comanche was either holding it, or had fastened it in place by means of the iron hook.
thinking only of the safety of his wife and servant, the texan bent over, and, putting his mouth as close to the edge as he could, shouted:
“look out down there, edna! there’s an indian on the upper floor, and i am fastened on the roof.”
provided his wife heard the warning, this particular comanche was liable, after all, to find that, in undertaking his contract, he would be unable to deliver the goods. but, if the warning reached the ears of the women, would they comprehend its significance? that was the question which must soon be answered.
the meaning of the peculiar strategy of the comanches was now fully understood by the victim. with a humiliation beyond description, he comprehended how he had fallen into the trap that had been set so cunningly for his feet.
all this trifling at one corner of the roof was intended to hold his attention, while one of the warriors stealthily climbed over the eaves at another portion and reached the inside by dropping through the scuttle.
the plan, simple as it might seem, had worked to perfection.
the moment the captain comprehended that he was shut out as effectually as the miscreant was shut in, he glared around in quest of others who might be trying to work his own death by a continuation of their cunning. aware, too, of his exposure to their shots, he quickly sank on his face, with his head nigh enough to the peak to hold the entire surface under his eye.
it was well he did so; for from the same corner that the successful indian had come, he discerned a second climbing over the eaves. he was doing so with an eagerness that showed he was discounting his own chances.
“whether you are bogus or not, here goes!”
the texan did not rely upon his revolver to serve him in the crisis, but hastily aiming his winchester, pulled the trigger.
the comanche, whose body was half over the roof, threw up his arms with a wild screech and disappeared backward, as abruptly as his companion had gone down the scuttle. there could be no doubt of the success of that shot.
“i would like to have a few more of you try it,” muttered the defender, compressing his lips and glancing right and left. his blood was up and he was in a desperate mood.
but his own situation was one of extreme peril. the comanches must be aware of his singular dilemma, and were not likely to leave him undisputed master of the situation, at least as long as he remained on the outside.
that this supposition was right was proven the next minute, when, from a point several 139rods distant, a gun was fired and the bullet skipped over the surface within a few inches of where he was crouching. a second shot followed still closer, and the captain crept a little farther from the scuttle.
but for fear of alarming his friends below, he would have uttered a cry, as if of pain, with a view of convincing the comanches that their shots had proven fatal. then they would be tempted to send more of their number over the roof, where they would fall victims to his marksmanship.
it looked as if the assailants were in doubt on this point, for after the two shots they ceased firing, and everything remained silent for several minutes.
captain shirril, even in his anxiety for himself, could not forget the inmates of his home. two women and a fierce warrior were inside, and matters were sure to become lively there before long.
in the midst of this oppressive stillness, occurred avon burnet’s adventure which has been told elsewhere. it was impossible for the captain to understand what the confusion 140on the prairie meant, but he saw that it was a diversion of some kind which, fortunately for himself, held the attention of his enemies for a while longer.
he felt a vague suspicion that the indian in the room below would try to get a shot at him through the scuttle door. he could raise it for an inch or more, and, provided the white man was in his line of range, fire with quick and unerring accuracy. it is singular that he did not do this in the first place, after reaching the roof, and before the texan discovered his presence so near him.
lying extended as flat as before, captain shirril placed his ear close to the door and listened.
within the first minute he caught a sound, but it was so faint and indefinite that he could not tell what it meant. it might have been caused by someone moving about in the room directly below, but he was inclined to believe that the comanche was still near the scuttle and was trying to get his range.
all at once the heart of the texan gave a start. he was sure the door was pushed 141upward the slightest possible distance. it looked as if the comanche was endeavoring to do the very thing suspected––that is, he was seeking to gain sight of the white man in order to give him a stealthy shot.
“if he will but raise that door a single inch,” was the exultant thought of the captain, “i will get my fingers under the edge and yank it back in spite of all he can do, and just about that time the band will begin to play.”
but would the indian be rash enough to do this? the first glimpse through the slightest crevice would tell him that his intended victim had shifted his position. he would be shrewd enough to suspect its meaning, and would take care that he did not throw away the golden opportunity he had so brilliantly won.
ah, if his wife and dinah could but learn the exact truth! they would quickly prove potent factors in the scheme. their familiarity with the house would enable them to eliminate that wretch who just then seemed to be master of the situation.
yes; the door moved again. the indian must be beneath, and was striving to do something with the covering, which at present shielded him from the vengeance of the white man whom he had foiled.
the latter silently extended his hand to the edge of the door, hoping that the purchase for which he was waiting was within reach. he was disappointed. if the structure had been moved, it was to such a slight extent as to afford no advantage.
he held his hand in the same position, intent on seizing the chance the instant it presented itself, but the indian was wonderfully cunning. it would seem that having introduced himself into the ranchman’s home, he would have been content to follow the purpose that had taken him thither, without giving more attention to the white man, whom he had certainly spared for the time, when he was in his power. the captain could not understand the logic which appeared to be controlling this warrior from the moment he climbed over the edge of the roof.
