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Updated: May 12, 2025
The feet and lower limbs of Captain Shirril soon appeared on the rounds of the ladder, with Dinah close behind him. In her eagerness to get at the Indian, she stooped forward, so that her big dusky face showed almost over his shoulders. She was just getting ready to fall on the warrior, when she observed that he was gone. "Whar's dat willian?" she demanded, glancing round the dimly lit room.
This was drawing it exceedingly fine, and the Texan did not attempt to explain that which must always remain a partial mystery. "I wonder now whether that can be a little plan to hold my attention, while they try something in another direction," was his next thought, which proved that Captain Shirril was at last approaching the right trail.
But it followed, from what has been told, that he had climbed upon the roof, taking with him some twigs and bits of wood, without having been heard by Captain Shirril, who was listening intently at the lower door, and who heard more than one other noise that must have been slighter than that overhead.
Shirril, referring to the last remark of her nephew, "there never can be any worse days than those, when I did not know whether your uncle had not been dead for weeks or possibly months." "You must have had pretty tough times, aunt." "Well, they might have been improved, but Dinah and I managed to get along a great deal better than some of our neighbors.
The youth had observed the object which appalled the lady; the muzzle of a gun was slowly gliding through the window. Captain Shirril had been discovered, and the Comanche was fixing his weapon in position to fire a fatal shot.
Shirril told her to come to her side, where she would be out of range of any of their enemies who might be near the windows. "That will burn for a considerable time," added the lady, referring to the fire the servant had renewed, "so, if you please, you may go to the scuttle and see how the captain is getting along." "Wouldn't you like to do that, missis?" asked Dinah.
Shirril and Dinah, recognizing the voice, opened the door, the captain inviting them to come outside. The fire was now burning so briskly on the hearth that the interior was well illuminated, so that their figures were plainly stamped against the yellow background. "There isn't anything left for you to do," said the captain, "so you may as well dismount."
"I doesn't t'ink so," was the confident reply. Nevertheless, Dinah reached up and fastened the hook in place, making it as secure as before. "Is your mistress safe?" asked Captain Shirril, the moment he was within the apartment. "Didn't I jes' tole you she was? Does you t'ink I would try to deceibe you?" "But tell me how it is; this strikes me as the strangest part of the whole business."
It need not be said that Captain Shirril seized the opportunity thus offered, and began limping forward, behind his guide, who encountered Avon Burnet a few minutes later.
Captain Shirril even fancied that the eye of the redskin was pressed against the opening, in the vain effort to gain sight of the interior. Had the Comanche chosen to place his lips there, how readily he could have whispered into the ear of his enemy!
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