hat we
have a young man with us, a stranger, who has hurt his ankle and cannot
walk. And I'll ask for arnica. That's all."

"That's all!" Aggie and I exclaimed together.

"Certainly that's all. Sometime tonight they'll rush the cave."

"You're a fool!" said Aggie shortly.

"Why?" demanded Tish. "We won't be in it. We'll be outside. The moment
they are in we'll start to shoot. Not one of them will dare to stick his
nose out."

When we told this to Charlie Sands he slid entirely off his chair and
sat on the floor. "Not really!" he kept saying over and over. "You
dreamed it! You must have! A thing like that!" I hastened to explain.
"Tish planned it," I said. I remember him, looking at Tish--who was
crocheting as she told the story--and moistening his lips. He was quite
green in color.

VI

Clipping from the _Morning News_ of May the seventh:

SHERIFF AMBUSHED

REMARKABLE EXPERIENCE OF MULDOON AND PARTY IN THUNDER CLOUD GLEN

An extraordinary state of affairs was discovered by the relief party of
constables, city and county detectives and state constabulary sent to
the relief of Sheriff Muldoon and his posse, who have been on the track
of the C. & L. train bandits since last Monday.

The relief party was sent out in response to a telephone message from a
farmhouse in Thunder Cloud Glen, and transmitted from the farmer's line
to a long-distance wire. This message was to the effect that the sheriff
and his posse, shut in a cave, were being held prisoners by the outlaws,
being shot at steadily, and that so far every attempt at escape had been
thwarted by the terrific fire of the bandits.

A relief party in automobiles was rushed at once to the scene.

Thunder Cloud Glen is a narrow valley between the Camel's Back and
Thunder Cloud Mountain. A mile or so from the entrance to the glen the
road, always bad and now almost washed away by the recent heavy rains,
became impassable. The party abandoned the machines and in skirmish
order proceeded up the glen.

Within an hour's time firing was heard, and the rescuers doubled their
pace. Passing a bend in the valley, the scene of the outrage lay spread
before them: On the left the low mouth of a cave, and across the valley,
on a slope of the Camel's Back, a faint cloud of smoke, showing where
the outlaws had their lair. As the rescuers came in sight the firing
ceased and an ominous stillness hung over the valley.

The relief expedition had been seen by the imprisone