It was incredible! Low as his estimate of the Fork had been, Cavanagh could not believe that it would sit quietly by and see an officer of the State defeated in his duty. "Such a thing could not happen under the English flag," he said, and at the moment his adopted country seemed a miserable makeshift. Only the thought of Redfield and the chief nerved him for the long vigil. "The chief will understand if it comes up to him," he said. Lize Wetherford came hurrying in, looking as though she had just risen from her bed. She was clothed in a long red robe, her grizzled hair was loose, her feet were bare, and she carried a huge old-fashioned revolver in her hand. Her mouth was stern. Stopping abruptly as she caught sight of Ross standing in the middle of the floor unhurt, she exclaimed: "There you are! Are you all right?" "As a trivet," he replied. She let her gun-hand relax. "What was the shooting?" "A little bluff on my part." "Anybody hurt?" "No." She was much relieved. "I was afraid they'd got you. I came as quick as I could. I was abed. That fool doctor threw a chill into me, and I've been going to roost early according to orders. I didn't hear your gun, but Lee did, and she came to tell me. They're hell-roaring down the street yet. Don't let 'em get behind you. If I was any good I'd stay and help. Where's Mike?" She addressed the tender at the bar. "I don't know. Gone home, I guess." "Sneaked, has he?" "So far as I know the only law-upholding citizen in the place, barring yourself, is Sifton," said Ross, indicating the Englishman, who stood as if cold, pressing his hands together to hide their trembling. Lize perceived the irony of this. "Two Britishers and two women! Well, by God, this is a fine old town! What you going to do--hold your men here all night?" "I don't see any other way. Halsey turned the place over to me--but--" He looked about him suspiciously. "Bring 'em into my place. Lee has had new locks put on our doors; they'll help some." "I don't like to do that, Mrs. Wetherford," he replied, with greater respect than he had ever shown her before. "They may attack me there." "All the better; I'll be on hand to help--but they're less likely to boil in on you through a locked door." "But your daughter? It will alarm her." "She'll be in the other house, and, besides, she'd feel easier if you are in my place. She's all wrought up by the attack on you." Ross turned to his prisoners. "Follow Mrs. Wetherford and--eyes front!" "You needn't worry about me," said Joe, "I won't run." "I don't intend to give you a chance," replied Ross. Edwards seemed to have lost in both courage and physical stature; he slouched along with shuffling step, his head bent and his face pale. Ross was now profoundly sorry for him, so utterly craven and broken was his look. VIII THE SECOND ATTACK Lee was waiting on the porch of the hotel, tense with excitement, straining her ears and eyes to see what was taking place.