“No. I must bring him down here and have the surgeon give him what care he can.”
“Whew! You’d best roll him over a precipice by mistake.”
“The man is mad.”
“Well, then, he isn’t missing much, if he cashes in.”
“But perhaps he can be cured.”
“Well, are you going to tackle the cure?”
“I want to see if he’s dead first,” said Cody non-committingly. “Go find your men—and don’t forget the torches, Jack.”
Texas Jack found both, and the four men searched the ridge thoroughly—or as thoroughly as they could by torchlight; but the gigantic madman was not there. He might have crawled into some hole to hide; anyway, they had to give it up for the night.
As they returned to camp they found an orderly searching industriously for Buffalo Bill.
“Captain Keyes’ compliments, sir, and will you come to his tent at once?”