about their robbery so long as they stayed
there.

They now began to fire their first shots since the one which followed
me into Townsend's store. They were well-aimed shots, too, and the
bullets came through my window as if the planks were gingerbread. A
splinter of wood struck my left eye and closed it up; but I had it
shut most of the time anyhow, aiming with the other, so it didn't
matter. However, I didn't like the place, and went back into the room
in the northwest corner and got a range on them from one of the front
windows. I thought their bullets would glance off of the planks here,
and they did; however, the ones which struck the side came right on
through, lath partitions and all; but I kept close to the floor. All
the time Kaiser stayed close behind me, barking so that I thought he
would tear himself to pieces, and with the hair on his back standing
straight up.

I had two rifles and a hundred or more cartridges, and I began to give
the depot a pretty stiff bombarding. I don't think I missed the
building once, and I knew every ball went through the side; but what
they did after that I couldn't tell. There were three windows in the
depot on the side toward me, all close together near the east end, but
none at all to the right of them. None of them were boarded up, and
the robbers were pretty careful about showing themselves much at them.
They gradually dropped off the platform on the other side and crawled
under to the front from where I had watched the Indians that day. They
were well protected here, but the wind swept across the west end of
the square and blew such a spray of snow in their faces that they
could not see to aim well. On the other hand the sun had now got up
and the reflection came in my eyes and hurt my shooting. I wished that
the horse was out of the way so I could get through tunnel No. 3 into
Townsend's, where a side window, well planked, looked right down on
the depot; but it was just as well that I couldn't, as I found out
afterward.

They were still thinking that there was a large population in Track's
End, and I could see splinters flying all over town where they were
plugging away at windows and doors.

I soon noticed that they were not shooting quite so much, and thought
some of them might be sneaking around and thinking of coming up from
the west, so I went through to the bank once in a while, firing a few
shots from its front window at the depot so as to keep up their
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