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rooms of the log cabin, where each selected an aperture between the
logs or a window through which to fire upon the Indians. But Neale
soon ascertained that there was nothing to shoot at, outside of some
white puffs of smoke rising from behind rocks on the slope. There
was absolutely not a sign of an Indian. The graders were firing, but
Neale believed they would have done better to save their powder.
Bullets pattered against the logs; now and then a leaden pellet sang
through a window, to thud into the wall. Neale shut the heavy door
leading from the cabin into the engineers' quarters, for bullets
were ripped through from one side to the other of this canvas-and-
for Allie. Two of the engineers were kneeling at a chink between the
a slight wound and looked white with rage and fear. Baxter was
"We've plenty of ammunition. Let 'em shoot. They may not hit any
"We can hold out here--if the troopers hurry back," said Neale.
"Sure. But maybe they're hard at it, too. I've no hope this is the
"Neither have I. And if the troops don't get here before dark--"
Neale halted, and Baxter shook his gray head.
Neale found the women in the large room, between the corner of the
walls and a huge stone fireplace. They were quiet. Allie leaped at