The voice of the woman proved how deeply she was moved.
“What say you, Cody?” asked Tabor.
“I see no other plan; Kate certainly can keep an eye on him.”
“Well, to your cabin we go; and, boys, you can return to the tavern, and I will come in and see you to-morrow. My man, do you want to join our party in going west?”
Tabor had turned to Old Negotiate, who answered promptly:
“I’ll bet yer ther Gambler Guide agin’ Panther Kate I does. I hes a horse as is lightnin’, an’ Billy knows I is good on ther shoot.”
“Very well,” said Ben Tabor.
“Go up to ther tavern and bunk in with my pards; but not a word of our night’s work, mind you.”
Tabor called to Seven-foot Harry to throw the bound prisoner up behind him; and, with Buffalo Bill riding on one side and Panther Kate on the other, they started for the ranch of the latter.
It was a small, stoutly built, two-roomed cabin, with several outhouses near by. Two huge dogs acted as guardians, and these greeted the party with savage barks. A word from Panther Kate quieted them. She dismounted and threw open her door; and, carrying the prisoner in their arms, the Texan and Buffalo Bill entered.