Frank waited for no more. He was satisfied that Bill had departed just as the man said, and he wheeled at once and started down the street.
Merry knew full well what sort of mission he had[Pg 266] undertaken, but he was not daunted in the least by its magnitude. Cimarron Bill was his deadly foe, but he now saw his opportunity to bring the ruffian to an accounting for his crimes, and he did not propose to let the chance slip.
So he inquired as he passed down the street and found that Bill had hurried to the saloon kept by Schlitzenheimer.
Again Merry had his pistols ready when he entered the saloon. Early though it was, he found four men there engaged in a game of draw poker, and one of the four was old Joe Crowfoot.
Schlitzenheimer gave a shout when he saw Frank.
"My gootness!" he cried. "How you vos? Vere vos dot dalking tog alretty? I vouldt like to blay dot tog anodder came beenuckle of."
Frank was disappointed once more in failing to discover Cimarron Bill. He asked if the man had been there.
"He vos," nodded Schlitzenheimer. "Und avay he dit his saddle take."
"He took his saddle?"
"Yah."