“Go it, young hoss!” answered the “Crow-Killer,” “that’s a good idea.”
One of the corporals attached to the post at this moment approached the two guides.
“Who is that chap over thar? do you know him?” asked the guide.
The corporal took a good look at the motionless figure, wrapped in the gaudy blanket.
“I don’t know him; a stranger in our ranche, I reckon.”
“You have never seen him before then?” said Dave.
“I think not. I guess he’s one of the Mandan Injuns come in to get some whisky or something of that sort.”
“He ain’t no Mandan,” said Abe, after another good look.
Dave bent his steps toward the stranger.