“Why?” demanded Tish. “We won’t be in it. We’ll be outside. The moment they are in we’ll start to shoot. Not one of them will dare to stick his nose out.”
When we told this to Charlie Sands he slid entirely off his chair and sat on the floor. “Not really!” he kept saying over and over. “You dreamed it! You must have! A thing like that!” I hastened to explain. “Tish planned it,” I said. I remember him, looking at Tish—who was crocheting as she told the story—and moistening his lips. He was quite green in color.
VI
Clipping from the Morning News of May the seventh:
SHERIFF AMBUSHED
Remarkable Experience of Muldoon and Party in Thunder Cloud Glen
An extraordinary state of affairs was discovered by the relief party of constables, city and county detectives and state constabulary sent to the relief of Sheriff Muldoon and his posse, who have been on the track of the C. & L. train bandits since last Monday.
The relief party was sent out in response to a telephone message from a farmhouse in Thunder Cloud Glen, and transmitted from the farmer’s line to a long-distance wire. This message was to the effect that the sheriff and his posse, shut in a cave, were being held prisoners by the outlaws, being shot at steadily, and that so far every attempt at escape had been thwarted by the terrific fire of the bandits.
A relief party in automobiles was rushed at once to the scene.
Thunder Cloud Glen is a narrow valley between the Camel’s Back and Thunder Cloud Mountain. A mile or so from the entrance to the glen the road, always bad and now almost washed away by the recent heavy rains, became impassable. The party abandoned the machines and in skirmish order proceeded up the glen.