When Captain Shirril told his wife that she and the servant were likely to find something to engage their attention above stairs, he more in jest than earnest, but the remark served to prove the that many a truth is spoken at such times.  
Of course, the upper part of the house was in as deep gloom as the lower portion, and the women took good care in passing the windows lest some stray shot should reach them. They needed no light, for every inch of space had long been familiar.
 
Mrs. Shirril walked quietly through the larger apartment, without coming upon anything to attract notice, after which she went to her own room, Dinah accompanying her all the way.
 
“I don’t see that there is any need of our 45remaining here,” said the mistress, “for there is no possible way of any of the Indians effecting an entrance.”
 
“’Ceptin’ frough de trap-door,” ventured the servant.
 
“That is over your room, but the is fastened as securely as the one below stairs.”
 
“Dunno ’bout dat; I’s gwine to see,” was the sturdy response of Dinah, as she walked rather heavily into her own boudoir; “any man dat comes foolin’ ’round dar is gwine to get hisself in trouble.”
 
Knowing where the opening was located (an unusual feature of the houses in that section), she stopped directly under it, and reached upward with one of her powerful hands. The roof was still nearer the floor than was the latter to the floor below, so that it was easy for her to place her fingers against the iron hook which held it in place.
 
Of course she found the scuttle just as it had been for many a day; and Mrs. Shirril was right in saying it was as firmly secured as the door beneath them, for the 46impossibility of getting a purchase from the roof, made only a slight resistance necessary from beneath. A dozen bolts and bars could not have rendered it stronger.
 
“It ’pears to be all right,” Dinah, “but folks can’t be too keerful at sich times––sh! what dat?”
 
Her ears, which were as keen as those of her friends, heard a suspicious noise overhead. It was faint, but unmistakable. The startling truth could not be doubted: one of the Comanches, if not more, was on the roof!
 
“If dat isn’t shameful,” she muttered, failing to her mistress of the alarming discovery; “I wander what he can be after up dar––de Lor’ a massy!”
 
The last shock was caused by a scratching which showed that the intruder was trying to lift up the scuttle.
 
Evidently the Indians had made themselves as familiar with Captain Shirril’s domicile as they could without entering it. They had noticed the scuttle, and the possibility that it might be unfastened led one of them to climb undetected to the roof to make sure about it.
 
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“Dat onmannerly warmint knows dat dat door am right over my room,” muttered the indignant Dinah; “and instead ob comin’ in by de reg’lar way, as a gemman orter do, he’s gwine to try to steal in frough de roof. When I get done wid him,” she added, with rising , “he’ll know better nor dat.”
 
Still Mrs. Shirril kept her place in her own apartment, where she was striving so hard to learn something, by peering through and listening at one of her windows, that she noticed nothing else, though, as yet, the noise was so slight that it would have escaped the ears of Dinah herself, had she not been quite near it.
 
The colored woman groped around in the dark until her hand rested upon the only chair in the apartment. This she noiselessly placed under the scuttle, and stepped upon it with the same extreme care.
 
Her position was now such that had the door been open and she upright, her head, shoulders, and a part of her waist would have been above the roof. She had leaned her gun against the side of the chair, 48so that, if needed, it was within quick reach. Then she assumed a stooping , with her head gently the underside of the door, and, steadying herself by grasping the iron hook, she stood motionless and listening.
 
“Yes, he’s dar!” was her instant conclusion, “and de wiper is tryin’ to onfasten de skylight ob my obpartment.”
 
Dinah’s many years spent in this wild region had given her a knowledge that she could not have gained otherwise. She knew that so long as the Comanche himself with trying to open the scuttle, nothing was to be feared; but, baffled in that, he was not likely to drop to the ground again without attempting more serious , and that serious mischief could take only the single form of setting fire to the building.
 
It seems almost beyond belief, but it is a fact that this colored woman on defeating the purpose of the redskin, by the most audacious means at the command of anyone. She resolved to climb out on the roof and the Comanche.
 
Since she knew her mistress would forbid anything of the kind, she cunningly took all the means at her command to prevent her plan becoming known to Mrs. Shirril, until it should be too late for her to .
 
Stepping gently down to the floor, she moved the few steps necessary to reach the door opening into the other room, and which had not been closed.
 
“Is you dar, Mrs. Shirril?” she asked in a whisper.
 
“Yes, Dinah,” came the guarded response; “don’t bother me for a few minutes; I want to watch and listen.”
 
“All right; dat suits me,” muttered the servant with a , as she closed the door with the utmost care.
 
Everything seemed to favor the purpose of the brave African, who again stepped upon the chair, though in her first confusion she narrowly missed overturning it, and brought her head against the scuttle.
 
She was disappointed at first, because she heard nothing, but a moment’s listening told 50her that her visitor was still on deck, or rather on the roof. The fact that, after finding he could not effect an entrance, he still stayed, made it look as if he was mischief of the very nature so much feared.
 
In accordance with her daring scheme, Dinah now softly slipped the hook from its fastening, holding it between her fingers for a moment before doing anything more. Had the Comanche known how matters stood, a quick upward on his part, even though the hold was slight, would have flung the door flat on the roof and opened the way to the interior of the Texan’s cabin.
 
But not knowing nor suspecting anything of the kind, he did not make the attempt.
 
With no more of the nerve than she would have felt in trying to kill a fly, Dinah softly pushed up the door for an inch at its edge. This gave her a view of the roof on the side in front, with a shortened survey of the portion still nearer.
 
Her eyes were keen, but they detected nothing of the Comanche who was prowling about the scuttle only a few moments before. 51The darkness was not enough to prevent her seeing to the edge of the roof on all sides, had her view been unobstructed. Could she have dared to throw back the door, and raise her head above the peak of the roof, she could have traced the outlines of the eaves in every direction.
 
But she was too wise to try anything like that. The slightest noise on her part would be heard by the Indian, who, like all members of the American race, had his senses trained to a fineness that seems marvellous to the Caucasian. He would take the alarm on the instant, and leap to the ground, or, what was more likely, assail her with his knife, since his rifle had been left below.
 
“What’s become ob dat ?” Dinah asked herself, after peering about in the gloom for a full minute; “I wonder wheder he hasn’t got ’shamed ob hisself, and hab slunk off and is gwine down to knock at my door and ax my pardon––Lor’ a massy!”
 
There was good cause for this alarm on her part, for at that moment she made a discovery that fairly took away her breath.