21. The Siege Of The Bandits
As we watched from the top of the hill, I wondered what Garrick's next move was
to be. Surely he would not attempt to investigate the place yet. In fact, there
seemed to be nothing that could be done now, as long as it was day-light, for any
movement in this half-open country would have been viewed with suspicion by
the occupants of the little house in the valley, whoever they might be.
We could not help viewing the place with a sort of awe. What secrets did the
cottage hide, nestled down there in the valley among these green hills? Often I
had heard that the gunmen of New York, when hard pressed, sought refuge in
the country districts and mountains within a few miles of the city. There was
something incongruous about it. Nature seemed so perfectly peaceful here that it
was the very antithesis of those sections of the city in which he had found the
gunman, whoever he was, indulging in practically every crime and vice of
"So--the one they call the Boss has led up to the refuge of the Chief, the scientific
gunman, at last," Garrick exclaimed, with marked satisfaction, as we turned and
walked slowly back again to our car.
"Yes," I assented, "and now that we have found them--what are we to do with
"It is still early in the day," Garrick remarked, looking at his watch. "They suspect
no trouble up here. Here they evidently feel safe. No doubt they think we are still
hunting for them fruitlessly in New York. I think we can afford to leave them here
for a few hours. At any rate, I feel that I must return to the city. I must see Dillon,
and then drop into my office, if we are to accomplish anything against them."