A pattering shower of bullets swept through that window, and it was only luck that kept Latimer from being hit. Buffalo Bill seized him by the arm and drew him against the wall, out of range of the shots.
“That is suicidal, Latimer,” he said. “Stand back here.”
“It is Indians!” said Latimer, in great excitement.
“Yes, I know it.”
“They are attacking the house!”
“Yes, I know that, too. But you don’t want to let yourself be killed by them. Lie down here; it’s safer.”
He drew Latimer down, dropping to the floor himself.
Some of the Indian bullets were coming through the walls, showing that they had a few rifles of strong power.
Sounds of Indians trying to break into the house at the rear caused the scout to leave that spot a minute later; and John Latimer leaped up and went with him.
The Indians had broken in the kitchen door, and were raiding the kitchen and the food closets. Apparently, they were bent on looting, as much as anything else.