Being sure of handling them now, he came close, lashed the end of his lariat, and removed their knives and tomahawks. They had dropped their guns at the moment of the attack, and these the scout gathered up, too.
Having made sure of the prisoners single-handed, the Border King walked composedly down toward the camp. The sentinel near the horses saw him coming and challenged:
“Who goes there?”
“It’s me, old man.”
“Ah! I thought ’twas you, Cody. Where’d you go to back there a spell? All of a sudden I lost you.”
“Why, I walked out to capture a couple of reds that were hanging about.”
“Ha! ha! ha!” laughed the man. “That’s a good one. I ain’t heard a thing to-night, have you?”
“My horse did.”
“What?”
“Chief heard, or smelled, reds. And I’ve got ’em tied up out yonder,” said Buffalo Bill coolly. “Call your corporal and have ’em brought in.”