Heard
a shot, Faye got on the ambulance also, but in front with the driver.
Leaning forward, I saw that one revolver was in his hand and the other
on the seat by his side. In this way, and in perfect silence, we rode
through the town and until we were well out on the open plain, when we
stopped just long enough for Faye to get inside, and a soldier from
the wagon to take his seat by the driver.
Then Faye told me of what had occurred to make necessary all these
precautions. He had come over from Fort Lyon the day before, and had
been with Major Carroll, the depot quartermaster, during the afternoon
and evening. The men had established a little camp just at the edge of
the miserable town where the mules could be guarded and cared for.
About nine o'clock Faye and Mr. Davis started out for a walk, but
before they had gone far Faye remembered that he had left his pistols
and cartridge belt on a desk in the quartermaster's office, and
fearing they might be stolen they went back for them. He put the
pistols on underneath his heavy overcoat, as the belt was quite too
short to fasten outside.
Well, he and Mr. Davis walked along slowly in the bright moonlight
past the many saloons and gambling places, never once thinking of
danger, when suddenly from a dark passageway a voice said, "You are
the man I want," and bang!
