A little way through the gully the party came upon a ruinous adobe shack. In front of the door stood Wild Bill Hickok.
“Hello!” called Hickok. “You’re bringing quite a party, Pard Cody. Come in.”
“Are we in time?” asked the scout.
“Just about,” was the answer.
“Dismount, friends,” said Buffalo Bill. “Little Cayuse will take care of the horses while we’re in the ’dobe.”
CHAPTER XXIX.
RED STEVE.
The surprises began for old Nomad with this unexpected meeting with Wild Bill.
“How’d ye know Hickok was hyar, Buffler?” the trapper asked, as the party moved in the direction of the adobe.
“Wild Bill came to the Star-A ranch last night,” answered the scout, “and I went away with him.”
“Waugh! So ye was with Wild Bill when ye was absent from the ranch, hey? Has he diskivered somethin’?”