“I shall call you Van.”
“And I’ll call you Bloss.”
“All right,” said the good-natured outlaw, as they shook hands. “So be it. Well, what are you going to do now that you’ve got command o’ the reds?”
“Start on the trail of that cussed black imp,” said Van Dorn. “His track must run within half a mile of here, and I can tell it from a hundred.”
“How?”
“By the depth of the hoof-marks,” said the cunning rascal. “The horse carried double weight after he cut away from the buffaloes.”
“Right,” said Blossom. “When do you make a start?”
“In half an hour or so; just as soon as we can grub up, for I want daylight to follow the trail.”
“Well, success to you,” said Blossom.
“Ain’t you going with us?”