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Updated: May 31, 2025
Ten days later Milton Elliot alone fought his way back to the lake camp with these tidings: "Jacob Donner, Samuel Shoemaker, Joseph Rhinehart, and James Smith are dead, and the others in a low condition." Uncle Jacob, the first to die, was older than my father, and had been in miserable health for years before we left Illinois.
It was their business to open fire on the tops of the windows as the train drew to a stop. That would keep the passengers inside. The other four were distributed along the side nearest to the station-house. Shorty Rhinehart and Bill Kilduff were to see that no passengers broke out from the train and attempted a flank attack. Haines would attend to having the fire box of the engine flooded.
You've crooked me, and you'll pay me for it sooner or later!" "Day or night, winter or summer, I'm willing to meet you an' fight it out. Rhinehart and Purvis, take this girl back to the clearing!" They approached, Purvis still staring at the hand from which only a moment before his gun had been knocked by the shot of Whistling Dan.
"They's a hoss there comin' among the willows!" he announced. "Maybe it's Silent," remarked Haines casually. "The chief don't make no such a noise. He picks his goin'," answered Hal Purvis. The sound was quite audible now. "They's been some crooked work," said Rhinehart excitedly. "Somebody's tipped off the marshals about where we're lyin'."
Nobody can think while you're hittin' it up like that. This ain't no prayer meetin', Bill." For answer Kilduff removed the mouth-organ to take a deep breath, blinked his small eyes, and began again in a still higher key. "Go slow, Terry," advised Rhinehart in a soft tone. "Kilduff ain't feelin' none too well tonight."
Silent and Kilduff were still struggling with Haines in the distance. Rhinehart dropped his head to listen at her breast for the heartbeat. "She's dead!" cried Jordan. "You're a fool," said Buck calmly. "She's jest fainted, an' when she comes to, she'll begin tellin' me what a wonderful man I am."
Rhinehart in the dining-room, and engaged at four dollars a week, with every other Sunday afternoon and every other Thursday out, and her uniforms furnished. The next morning Mr. Hart gave her a dollar-bill and told her that he appreciated the help she had given them, and wanted to pay her something for it. She thanked him graciously and took the money with a kind of awe. Her first earnings!
"What's the matter with him?" growled the scar-faced man, none too anxious to start an open quarrel with the formidable Kilduff. Rhinehart jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "The gal in there. He don't like the game the chief has been workin' with her." "Neither do I," said Purvis, "but I'd do worse than the chief done to get Lee Haines back."
"Let him alone, Dan! I'll tell you why later. There's Jordan and Kilduff. That one by the door is Rhinehart." They ran from one to the other, greeted by groans and deep curses. "Who's that beneath the window?" "Too small for Silent. It's Purvis, and he's dead!" "Bart got him!" "No! It was fear that killed him. Look at his face!" "Bart, go out to Satan!" The wolf trotted from the room.
"When we all get down to hell," he said, "they'll be quite a little talkin' done about this play of Jim's you c'n lay to that." "Who's that singin' down the canyon?" asked Jordan. "It sounds like " He would not finish his sentence as if he feared to prove a false prophet. They rose as one man and stared stupidly at one another. "Haines!" broke out Rhinehart at last.
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