“Not much.”
“Red Thunderbolt scores another victim,” said Perry.
“I wonder when that maverick will finally be put out of commission?”
“Perhaps that question can be answered if you come with me, Perry,” suggested the scout. “You’ll go along, Hickok, and show us the place,” he added. “I was there last night, but it might take a little time for me to find it to-day.”
“There’s nothing more to keep me here,” said Wild Bill.
Thoughtfully, the party left the hut. Hank Phelps seemed in more tractable mood. The tragic end of Red Steve’s life story had wrought a deep impression.
“How’re you goin’ to prove Nate Dunbar didn’t get the best of Jake?” asked Bloom of the scout.
“By a very simple method,” was the answer, “but it will be as conclusive as it is simple.”
“Have your pards nabbed the feller that done it?”
“They have.”