CHAPTER 29THEY HAD no more warning than if it had been an Indian attack. One minute the night was quiet; the next it was filled with hideous, explosive sound.
Powell had been asleep under one of the wagons. For the first part of the night they had kept a careful watch, but as the hours dragged on and there was no sign of Sandson’s men, both Daigle and Tut Jackson watched him with growing suspicion, and the crew who had been standing guard relaxed.
But the attack had come. Sandson’s men had crept up on the two guards who had turned careless and shot both of them before they knew anyone was about.
Tut Jackson was on his feet, kicking the embers of the fire apart as he fired off into the darkness. As Powell emerged, Jackson turned and at that instant a bullet crashed into his stomach, drop
