DINAH'S DISCOVERY.
When Captain Shirril told his wife that she and the servant were likely
to find something to engage their attention above stairs, he spoke more
in jest than earnest, but the remark served to prove the adage that many
a truth is spoken at such times.
Of course, the upper part of the house was in as deep gloom as the lower
portion, and the women took good care in passing the windows lest some
stray shot should reach them. They needed no light, for every inch of
space had long been familiar.
Mrs. Shirril walked quietly through the larger apartment, without coming
upon anything to attract notice, after which she went to her own room,
Dinah accompanying her all the way.
"I don't see that there is any need of our remaining here," said the
mistress, "for there is no possible way of any of the Indians effecting
an entrance."
"'Ceptin' frough de trap-door," ventured the servant.
"That is over your room, but the scuttle is fastened as securely as the
one below stairs."
"Dunno 'bout dat; I's gwine to see," was the sturdy response of Dinah,
as she walked rather heavily into her own boudoir; "any man dat comes
foolin' 'round dar is gwine to get hisself in trouble."
Knowing precisely where the opening was located (an unusual feature of
the houses in that section), she stopped directly under it, and reached
upward with one of her powerful hands. The roof was still nearer the
floor than was the latter to the floor below, so that it was easy for
her to place her fingers against the iron hook which held it in place.
Of course she found the scuttle just as it had been for many a day; and
Mrs. Shirril was right in saying it was as firmly secured as the
ponderous door beneath them, for the impossibility of getting a
purchase from the roof, made only a slight resistance necessary from
beneath. A dozen bolts and bars could not have rendered it stronger.
"It 'pears to be all right," mused Dinah, "but folks can't be too
keerful at sich times--sh! what dat?"
Her ears, which were as keen as those of her friends, heard a suspicious
noise overhead. It was faint, but unmistakable. The startling truth
could not be doubted: one of the Comanches, if not more, was on the
roof!
"If dat isn't shameful," she muttered, failing to apprise her mistress
of the alarming discovery; "I wander what he can be after up dar--de
Lor' a massy!"
The last shock was caused by a scratching which showed that the intruder
was trying to lift up the scuttle.
Evidently the Indians had made themselves as familiar with Captain
Shirril's domicile as they could without entering it. They had noticed
the scuttle, and the possibility that it might be unfastened led one of
them to climb undetected to the roof to make sure about it.
"Dat onmannerly warmint knows dat dat door am right over _my_ room,"
muttered the indignant Dinah; "and instead ob comin' in by de reg'lar
way, as a gemman orter do, he's gwine to try to steal in frough de roof.
When I get done wid him," she added, with rising wrath, "he'll know
better nor dat."
Still Mrs. Shirril kept her place in her own apartment, where she was
striving so hard to learn something, by peering through and listening at
one of her windows, that she noticed nothing else, though, as yet, the
noise was so slight that it would have escaped the ears of Dinah
herself, had she not been quite near it.
The colored woman groped around in the dark until her hand rested upon
the only chair in the apartment. This she noiselessly placed under the
scuttle, and stepped upon it with the same extreme care.
Her position was now such that had the door been open and she standing
upright, her head, shoulders, and a part of her waist would have been
above the roof. She had leaned her gun against the side of the chair,
so that, if needed, it was within quick reach. Then she assumed a
stooping posture, with her head gently touching the underside of the
door, and, steadying herself by grasping the iron hook, she stood
motionless and listening.
"Yes, _he's dar_!" was her instant conclusion, "and de wiper is tryin'
to onfasten de skylight ob my obpartment."
Dinah's many years spent in this wild region had given her a knowledge
that she could not have gained otherwise. She knew that so long as the
Comanche contented himself with trying to open the scuttle, nothing was
to be feared; but, baffled in that, he was not likely to drop to the
ground again without attempting more serious mischief, and that serious
mischief could take only the single dreaded form of setting fire to the
building.
It seems almost beyond belief, but it is a fact that this colored woman
determined on defeating the purpose of the redskin, by the most
audacious means at the command of anyone. She resolved to climb out on
the roof and assail the Comanche.
Since she knew her mistress would peremptorily forbid anything of the
kind, she cunningly took all the means at her command to prevent her
plan becoming known to Mrs. Shirril, until it should be too late for her
to interfere.
Stepping gently down to the floor, she moved the few steps necessary to
reach the door opening into the other room, and which had not been
closed.
"Is you dar, Mrs. Shirril?" she asked in a whisper.
"Yes, Dinah," came the guarded response; "don't bother me for a few
minutes; I want to watch and listen."
"All right; _dat_ suits me," muttered the servant with a chuckle, as she
closed the door with the utmost care.
Everything seemed to favor the astounding purpose of the brave African,
who again stepped upon the chair, though in her first confusion she
narrowly missed overturning it, and brought her head against the
scuttle.
She was disappointed at first, because she heard nothing, but a moment's
listening told her that her visitor was still on deck, or rather on the
roof. The fact that, after finding he could not effect an entrance, he
still stayed, made it look as if he was meditating mischief of the very
nature so much feared.
In accordance with her daring scheme, Dinah now softly slipped the hook
from its fastening, holding it between her fingers for a moment before
doing anything more. Had the Comanche known how matters stood, a quick
upward flirt on his part, even though the hold was slight, would have
flung the door flat on the roof and opened the way to the interior of
the Texan's cabin.
But not knowing nor suspecting anything of the kind, he did not make the
attempt.
With no more tremor of the nerve than she would have felt in trying to
kill a fly, Dinah softly pushed up the door for an inch at its outermost
edge. This gave her a view of the roof on the side in front, with a
shortened survey of the portion still nearer.
Her eyes were keen, but they detected nothing of the Comanche who was
prowling about the scuttle only a few moments before. The darkness was
not dense enough to prevent her seeing to the edge of the roof on all
sides, had her view been unobstructed. Could she have dared to throw
back the door, and raise her head above the peak of the roof, she could
have traced the outlines of the eaves in every direction.
But she was too wise to try anything like that. The slightest noise on
her part would be heard by the Indian, who, like all members of the
American race, had his senses trained to a fineness that seems
marvellous to the Caucasian. He would take the alarm on the instant, and
leap to the ground, or, what was more likely, assail her with his knife,
since his rifle had been left below.
"What's become ob dat villain?" Dinah asked herself, after peering about
in the gloom for a full minute; "I wonder wheder he hasn't got 'shamed
ob hisself, and hab slunk off and is gwine down to knock at my door and
ax my pardon--Lor' a massy!"
There was good cause for this alarm on her part, for at that moment she
made a discovery that fairly took away her breath.