And at the officers’ quarters, Buffalo Bill had to relate the story all over again to an eager band of listeners. All had known Dick Danforth, and his death was greatly deplored.
As soon as he could get away, and had eaten a bit of supper, Cody sought out his faithful partner, Jack Omohondreau.
“Jack, old man, did you ever see the Wild Huntsman?”
“What! this fellow who come pretty near bowling over the captain—the Mad Hunter?”
“Yes.”
“Never. But I’ve seen his spoor—and I’ve seen his work.”
“Meaning his dead?”
“Yep. Two redskins. He didn’t do a thing but hash them up. Ugh!”
“I don’t think I killed him up there. Will you get a couple of torches, and bring two other fellows you can trust, and help me make a search for him?”
“Lord! Want to put the finishing touch on him—eh?”