"I guess if history were written by women once in a while those reports wouldn't be so rare as they are."
XXIII
THE RETURN OF THE MOB
Curtis was awakened about four o'clock by Wilson at his window. "Are you awake, Major?"
"Yes; what is it?"
"Two of the scouts have just come in from the hills. They are sure the ranchers are coming to make war. Bands of white men are crossing the county to join the camp. It certainly looks owly, Major."
Curtis rose and went to the window. "The troops will be here by nine o'clock at the furthest, and the mob will not move till sunrise, and can't reach here, even by hard riding, before eleven."
"Shall I send a courier out to meet the troops and hurry them on?" asked Wilson, whose voice was untouched of fear.
"It might be well. Send Two Horns to me if you can find him. Keep silent as to these reports."