Nothing could be seen of those within the cabin.
But Barrows believed that not only was the foe within, but also Bessie Rodman.
He was somewhat at a loss now to know just what move to make.
To advance openly to the attack would have been an act of folly.
He would certainly have met his death in a summary fashion.
So while pondering on the subject he continued to watch the cabin windows.
He held his rifle in readiness for instant use.
Suddenly a face appeared for an instant at one of the windows.
It was quickly withdrawn, and Barrows had not time to fire. He recognized it, however, as the face of one of the outlaws.
The young plainsman’s nerves were steel, and he watched his chance again with nervous anxiety.