There is no chance to wire ahead, either,
from this Ducktown siding. Here's where they stood--look!"
Garrick had picked up a handful of exploded cartridge shells,
while he was speaking. They told a mute story of the last
desperate stand of the gunmen.
"I'll keep these," he said, shoving them into his pocket. "They
may be of some use later on in connecting to-night's doings with
what has gone before."
We looked at each other blankly. There was nothing more to do that
night but to return to the now deserted house in the valley where
we had left Forbes in charge of Dillon's man.
Toilsomely and disgusted, we trudged back in silence.
Garrick, however, refused to be discouraged. Late as it was, he
insisted on making a thorough search of the captured house. It
proved to be a veritable arsenal. Here it seemed that all the new
and deadly weapons of the scientific gunman had been made. The
barn, turned into half garage and half workshop, was a mine of
interest.
We found it unlocked and entered, Garrick flashing a light about.
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