“Well, that settles it, and I fear we will never find them,” said Ben Tabor, when he had read the letter which Buffalo Bill handed to him.
“Kent King will never leave this country,” said the scout, “no matter what he may promise Kate. Here comes Seven-foot Harry.”
“Yes, I sent him to the cabin of Dandy Daly. What news, Harry?”
“He has taken his horse, saddle, bridle, and arms from ther cabing, and were seen at one o’clock making tracks on ther trail west, along with a boy I judges were Panther Kate.”
“All right; we will spend this day in striving to find their trail, and if we do not succeed we will have to wait and go west with the bull outfit.”
“It is all we can do, Ben,” answered Buffalo Bill.
And at once the hunt for the fugitives began, many of the citizens joining in the search, for it was whispered around that Kent King, the Gambler Guide, had come in the night and kidnaped Panther Kate, and no one who knew the truth contradicted the statement.