CHAPTER XXIII
THE ATTACK ON BARKER'S CREEK
They made a move when the sun went down and the atmosphere became cooler. There was sufficient light for them to see their whereabouts, but the darkness increased in a short time.
This was, however, desirable for the work they had in hand.
Sergeant Machinson with the police magistrate, Jim Dennis and Dr Tom, rode together, Willie being close behind them with Constable Doonan, and two of the mounted police went on some distance ahead. The remainder of the little force brought up the rear.
Soon after their departure Sal heard a soft footfall outside; it startled her at first, but she knew it was a black fellow and she had no fear. She was pleased when she saw it was old King Charlie and that he was alone.
The old man had heard of the doings of Dalton's gang and was determined to find out if Sal was safe. He almost reverenced her, for she had always been kind to him and understood him, and listened to his weird tales with attention and belief.
He had a strange imagination this old black king, and a wonderful love for and knowledge of nature, curious in one so ignorant.
'You here, Charlie?' she said. 'Come in and rest.'
King Charlie hated houses; he preferred to remain outside and said so.
Sal brought him something to eat and drink, and watched him with kindly eyes. She guessed why he had come.