“No. Come, delay no further, but bury that man, for I wish to be on my way,” said Buffalo Bill.
“Whar goin’?”
“You’ll know all in good time.”
The man muttered an oath, but obeyed orders, and when the redskin had been buried, Buffalo Bill bound Ginger Sam securely with one end of his lariat, and forced the man to go on his way in the lead.
After gaining a point where the trail led across a river, Buffalo Bill said:
“Cross over, Ginger!”
“What do yer want ter cross fer?” was the surly response.
“I have my reasons, so wade in.”
“No; I don’t keen ter git wet.”