“No, sah, dat one I seen wasn’t.”
“This is a strange story you tell me, Black Bill, but I believe you.”
“Praise de Lor’, sah, fer now you kin sabe ’em all.”
“I will try,” said Buffalo Bill firmly.
CHAPTER XVII.
TWO SHOTS.
Black Bill would have talked all night had the scout allowed him to do so; but Cody checked him again, dressed his wound and feet, and gave him a little more to eat, after which he made him go to sleep.
The scout looked to the comfort of his horses, and then, wrapping his blankets about him, lay down to rest.
At dawn, Buffalo Bill arose, built a fire, cooked a substantial breakfast, having caught several fine fish from the stream, and then he awoke the negro, who was still sleeping soundly.