not be entered except through that resort or by a door giving on the corral, both of these doors being supplied with massive bolts as security against intruders, and all three rooms being furnished with air-ports rather than windows, pierced at such a height through the adobe that no one from without, except in saddle, could peer through the aperture and see what was going on within.  The travellers’ room and the bar-room ports, however, were low and large, and all the rooms were spacious; the bar, of course, being the dining as well as drinking-room, carried off the honors in point of size.  This, too, was furnished with an opening into the corral, but Feeny’s, first thought on reaching his comrades was to barricade.  Springing into the walled enclosure and bidding Harvey watch while the others worked, he had soon succeeded in lugging a score of big barley-sacks into the interior and piling them into breastworks at the three doors, the one opening into the corral being provided in addition with a high “traverse” to protect its guard against shots that might come through from Moreno’s room.  All this was accomplished amidst the wailing of the Mexican women and the fusillade begun by the assailants in hopes of terrorizing the defence before venturing to closer quarters.  Like famous Croghan, of Fort Stephenson, Feeny had kept up a fire from so many different points as to impress the enemy with the idea there were a dozen men and a dozen guns where there was in reality only one, and even the temptation of that vast sum in the paymaster’s safe was not sufficient to nerve the followers of Morales to instant attack.  The valor and vigor of the defence and the appalling death of one of their leaders had so unnerved them that Pasqual himself, raging, imploring, threatening by turns, was unable to urge them to close quarters.  “Most men are cowards in the dark” is a theory widely believed in.  Indians certainly are only brave against defenceless women and children at such a time.  Not until the firing had ceased and it was evident that the defenders had retired to the shelter of the ranch, and then only very slowly and cautiously, would these brigands of the desert be induced to resume their stealthy approach.  For full half an hour there was a lull in the fight, and then, guided by the light Moreno was now able to show, Pasqual and two of the stouter-hearted knaves approached the western wall and held brief consultation with the rascally owner.  Rage at the death of their leader’s brother and ally, the thirst for vengeance, and the hope of securing such rich booty, all were augmented by Moreno’s fiery assurances and encouragement.  All the soldiers were gone, he said, except the “pig of a sergeant” and two drugged and senseless swine.  Somebody among them was wounded.  There were only three, possibly four, left.  Let his companeros make combined attack, two or three through his (Moreno’s) rooms, two or three rush in from the corral, and the same number from the south