“But why should he take so much trouble to send word to me?”
“Because he says you, believing the Gambler Guide dead, would be taken unawares, and he felt that he would attempt your life; but, warned, you could be on the lookout for him; and he sent you this little package, and you will find instructions written inside.”
As the Texan spoke, he handed the scout a small package, which the latter placed in his pocket until he should get home.
“I thank you, Mr. Tabor, for your kindness, but when do you start west?”
“As soon as our horses have had a few days’ rest.”
“Good! I shall set out myself in a few days, and I will accompany you.”
“I am glad to hear that, for we had a dangerous trip of it coming east by ourselves, as we waked up several bands of reds; but listen! There is trouble there—hark!”
A shot was seen to flash out ahead, near a thicket of cottonwoods, and a cry of pain followed.
“Come!” cried the scout, and driving their spurs into their horses, they dashed forward, their revolvers ready for use.
A moment after they came upon a startling scene, for by the starlight they discovered a form lying upon the ground and two men struggling with a third person.