Buffalo Bill’s intention on leaving the hotel was to go to his temporary home, some distance out of the town.
“You are going out home, I take it?” said Tabor, addressing the scout when the two met. “Where is your horse? I want to speak with you, and if we ride out together that will give me the chance I want.”
“My horse is at the hotel stable,” said the scout.
“All right. I’ll get mine.”
They parted, to meet again in ten minutes.
“Where is your captain—Dash?” asked Buffalo Bill, as they started on the way to Cody’s cabin, which was distant perhaps five miles from Border City.
The direction took them along a trail passed over a short time before by Panther Kate as she went toward her ranch.
“It is from Captain Dash that I came here to see you,” said Tabor, in reply to the scout’s question.
“To see me?” asked Buffalo Bill in surprise.
“Yes; after the escape of Kent King we went to Santa Fe, and there we remained a week, looking for the gambler; but not finding him, and hearing that he had gone to Denver, the captain determined to go on to his home, being compelled for some reasons to do so, and offered me liberal terms to take half a dozen of our riders and come and seek you, he promising to join us in Colorado as soon as possible.”