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demanded flour, bacon, and provisions, and captured the horses. Being sure of their Frank, Marion Thornburg, John Smith, and Bill World, determined "to stand them off," and being well armed, fought them all day successfully, killing two and wounding others, with only a slight fresh wound to Frank. At night they succeeded in setting fire to the cabin, compelling the little garrison to retreat. When all was still, the gloating victors, thinking the fire had done its work of death, approached, dancing and laughing around the blazing pile. Waiting until well bunched together, the quartet opened a fusillade from their repeating rifles with a murderous energy, born of desperation, so deadly effective and surprising, that consternation reigned supreme. Shouting, yelling, shrieking, halloing, down the hill they scrambled, rolled, or fell, while on an almost parallel line went the four avengers, re-loading as they ran. Assembling at the bottom, a hasty but noisy council Frank, five deadly volleys were poured into the crowd, which seemed doubly demoralizing. In the confusion thus created, and assisted by an unusually dark night out on the level plains- spurred by a glimmer of hope, encouraged by a chance for life- sped the little party, and