With bated breath Pearl had stood and watched the deadly encounter between Buffalo Bill and Bad Burke. Notwithstanding her apparent fear, the outlaw had been in double danger, for, had there been the slightest sign that victory would fall to him, the girl had her rifle ready to do its deadly work.
“You are from one of the camps of the white men?” she asked.
“Yes,” the scout answered.
“I was on my way to find them. Your life and the lives of your friends are in danger,” simply replied the girl.
“My life is ever in danger. You were going to warn us of danger, you say?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where did you expect to find us?” the scout inquired.
“At the miners’ stronghold, far down the glen.”
“It is miles away, and your feet would have tired with their long walk.”
“I am accustomed to long walks over the hills, sir.”