a bullet that just grazed the upper arm.
Kneeling on the counter and peeping through a hole in the bottom of
the wooden window-shutter, one of Harvey's men kept guard, the other
faced the door-way into Moreno's domestic apartments, every now and
then letting drive a shot through the wood-work to keep them, as he
said, "from monkeying with the bolt on the other side." In planning
his roadside ranch Moreno had allowed outer doors only to those rooms
which were for public use; the three which lay to the west of the bar
could not be entered except through that resort or by a door giving on
the corral, both of these doors being supplied with massive bolts as
security against intruders, and all three rooms being furnished with
air-ports rather than windows, pierced at such a height through the
adobe that no one from without, except in saddle, could peer through
the aperture and see what was going on within. The travellers' room
and the bar-room ports, however, were low and large, and all the rooms
were spacious; the bar, of course, being the dining as well as
drinking-room, carried off the honors in point of size. This, too, was
furnished with an opening into the corral, but Feeny's, first thought
on reaching his comrades was to barricade. Springing into the walled
enclosure and bidding Harvey watch while the others worked, he had
soon succeeded in lugging a score of big barley-sacks into the
interior and piling them into breastworks at the three doors, the one
opening into the corral being provided in addition with a high
"traverse" to protect its guard against shots that might come through
from Moreno's room. All this was accomplished amidst the wailing of
the Mexican women and the fusillade begun by the assailants in hopes
of terrorizing the defence before venturing to closer quarters. Like
famous Croghan, of Fort Stephenson, Feeny had kept up a fire from so
many different points as to impress the enemy with the idea there were
a dozen men and a dozen guns where there was in reality only one, and
even the temptation of that vast sum in the paymaster's safe was not
sufficient to nerve the followers of Morales to instant attack. The
valor and vigor of the defence and the appalling death of one of their
leaders had so unnerved them that Pasqual himself, raging, imploring,
threatening by turns, was unable to urge them to close quarters. "Most
men are cowards in the dark" is a theory widely believed in. Indians
certainly are on