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I thought I would write down every day, and got a piece of paper to begin on, when I noticed a calendar behind the desk. I took the pen and scratched off "December 17," which was gone, and which was the beginning of my life alone in Track's End; and the first thing every morning after that while I stayed I marked off the day before; and so I never lost my reckoning.
But on the other hand it of course covered all of the country between Track's End and the outlaws' headquarters, and I knew that there was now nothing to hinder their coming; and I was afraid that if they did come I could not keep them off. This day the Indian came out for the first time. I tried to talk with him some more, but could not get much out of him.
So that is the true history of the fight, just as it all happened at Track's End, Territory of Dakota, on Saturday, February 5th; and thus, through good luck and being well intrenched behind my fortifications, and having plenty of Winchesters, I beat off the cutthroat outlaws and held the town.
"Looks as if you'd made good time, but the track's pretty rough for breaking records on," he remarked. "That's so," Foster answered breathlessly. "I wanted to get here before you pulled out, because I'm going on with you." "No, sir; it's clean against the rules. You can't get a free ride now on a C.P. freight" "The rules apply to hobos. I've got a first-class ticket to Montreal."
The rest of my second Night at Track's End, and part of another: with some Things which happen between. I was too frightened at first to move, and stood at the window staring into the darkness like a fool. I heard the men scramble over a fence and run off. Then I ran out to where Allenham lay. He made no answer when I spoke to him. I went on and met two of the deputies coming into the alley.
Adair. But I'll tell you what I will do. Our empty material trains come back from the front in the night, as a rule. When they get in, and I can be sure that the track's clear, I'll double one of the construction engines out with you. It will be along toward morning, I'm afraid; but, with nothing in the way, you ought to make the run in four or five hours say by late breakfast time."
Pike's left leg seemed to be broken and he was all burned and blackened with the powder. I sent Joe for a mattress, which he put on the floor of the office and rolled Pike on it. Then he drove off with the others. So that is the whole account of the second visit of the outlaws to Track's End, just as it all happened, Saturday, March 19th.
"We've got no time to waste at Pymeut," observes the Colonel significantly. "I ain't achin' to stop at Pymeut," says his pardner with a superior air, standing up, as he swallowed his last mouthful of cold bacon and corn-bread, and cheerfully surveyed the waste. "Who says it's cold, even if the wind is up? And the track's bully.
On my way back to town a man told me that a big colony of settlers were expected to arrive soon, and that Track's End had been built partly on the strength of the business these people would bring. I never saw the colony. When I got back to the hotel Sours said to me: "Young man, don't you want a job?" I told him I should be glad of something to do.
Tom went into the back room and soon came out with a letter which read as follows: TRACK'S END, December 16. TO D. PIKE AND FELLOW-THIEVES, You will never get one cent out of this town. If any of you come within range you will be shot on sight. We are well armed, and can carry out our share of this offer. "I guess that will do," said Tom.
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