“Cody is gettin’ ready to raid this place,” Gopher Gabe told him. “I got it straight. But he won’t find a thing when he does it.”
The night was dark and late when Gopher Gabe and his friends came to the cabin on the mountain. With the saloon keeper were Tim Benson, Juniper Joe, White-eyed Moses, and the scoundrel called Williams.
The Fool of Folly Mountain met them at the door and let them in. The place was as dark as the night outside.
“I’ll light my lamp as soon as you get inside,” he said to them. “You see, if it was lit now the light would shine out when the door is open, and somebody might see you comin’ in; I don’t care for that. I’ve got to look out for my own health, gents.”
He laughed in his easy way; then told them to stand still while he made sure the curtains were all drawn tight, and he could light his lamp.
“You might crack some of my valuable furniture, if you should bark yer shins ag’inst it,” he explained further, laughing.
The only furniture to be seen when the lamp was lighted were the stools and bed and the few belongings of the cabin.
“How’s the prisoners?” was Gopher Gabe’s first question, when he was seated on one of the stools.
“Fine as a fiddle—even Moses’ fiddle!”
“I didn’t know but the Dutchman would rave round some.”