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Raine, William MacLeod, 1871-1954

"Wyoming, Story of Outdoor West"

At least, I'm hoping so awful hard. Miss Helen wired for
the militia from Sheridan this nothing. Chances are they're on
that train. I couldn't tell you earlier because she made me
promise not to. She was afraid it might leak out and get things
started sooner. "
Weak but furious, the miscreant from the Shoshones returned to
the attack. "Break in the back door and sneak up behind on those
fellows. We'll have the men we want inside of fifteen minutes,"
he promised the mob.
"We'll rush them from both sides, and show those guys on the
landing whether they can stop us," added Bostwick.
Suddenly some one raised the cry, "The soldiers!" Bannister
looked up the street and swore a vicious oath. Swinging down the
road at double time came a company of militia in khaki. He was
mad with baffled fury, but he made good his retreat at once and
disappeared promptly into the nearest dark alley.
The mob scattered by universal impulse; disintegrated so promptly
that within five minutes the soldiers held the ground alone, save
for the officials of the prison and Denver's little band.
A boyish lieutenant lately out of the Point, and just come in to
a lieutenancy in the militia, was in command.


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