“She says she prefers to go with me,” spoke the villain, as he fixed his eyes on Raven Feather.
The chief grunted, and Crow-killer clenched his big hands and gritted his teeth.
The right hand of Holmes was resting on the butt of his revolver in the holster at his belt. He was eying Crow-killer when Buffalo Bill, followed by Bart Angell, sprang into the grotto.
Their appearance only became known to the Indians when each was attacked. The king of scouts paid his respects to Crow-killer, while Bart Angell tried conclusions with Raven Feather.
At the instant of the assault of the two scouts Rixton Holmes leaped upon the trap platform. Myra Wilton had already taken her position there.
While a terrific struggle was going on in the grotto the platform rose, and the villain and the girl were in the open air long before the struggle ended.
Myra Wilton stepped from the platform, her lovely face flushed with anger. “I did not expect this,” she indignantly exclaimed. “You told me you would stay behind to assist Mr. Cody and his partner.”
“They are able to get away with the redskins without my help,” he quickly replied. “I saw that they were having things their own way before I jumped on the platform.”
“I do not believe you,” she said stoutly. “You must go back. Perhaps your return may prevent a tragedy.”
“I won’t go back,” was his harsh reply. “That is out of the question.”