“Right ye aire, ever’ time. You’re allus right, Pard Bill.”
“Come, let us go back to the town, and then out to Daly’s cabin,” said Panther Kate, with strange anxiety.
The scout turned to Vagabond Joe.
“Joe, I can see that you have spoken the truth once. For that you may go free. We are after bigger game—your master!”
Vagabond Joe could scarcely believe that he heard aright.
“Does yer mean it?” he inquired, in bewilderment.
“Yes, you may go, because you have told me the truth.”
Thereupon the scout released the man.
“Bury your dear pards, Joe,” Buffalo Bill commanded. “It’s work we haven’t time for.”