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He must have fallen asleep. He couldn’t believe it, but surely that was it. All he knew for sure was that the gun blast seemed to come right over the place where the fire should have been. All he could think was that Knapp’s worst fears had come true and they had broken loose. They were in all directions, some still pouring out of the roof-hole, as far as he could make out. Shouting. So it would end like this! Meacham fumbled through his greatcoat, thinking to find the little derringer he had packed ashamedly into the inside pocket. Around him he heard the clash of metal and of cries in the night. Then he realized that what he was hearing had about it a too familiar ring. No Indians on this border, he thought, would know a Johnnie Reb yell! But someone did, and it was coming from right behind him