“Yes, that is about it. Doubtless they have been in the neighborhood of Fetterman, as they came up the right bank of the Big Horn.”
“Do you observe any wounded among them, sir?”
“Yes, now I am looking for wounded I see a number who appear to have been used rather severely in a fight. I see that they appear in no hurry now, having crossed the Big Horn and struck the trail of their village; but their arrival there will cause wailing instead of rejoicing—— Holy smoke! Look there!”
Buffalo Bill pointed toward the other side of the cañon, where, quietly walking out upon the plain, was no less a personage than the giant negro, Black Bill. He had come out of the cañon, and was walking deliberately down toward the Indian camp, the latter not yet having discovered him.
“Blast that darky! He will ruin us!” cried Corporal Milk, as he looked toward the spot where Buffalo Bill had pointed and discovered Black Bill going deliberately toward the Indian camp.
“He will be killed if we don’t save him. Run, corporal, and call the boys!” cried Buffalo Bill.
He was about to obey, when the sergeant came running up, and not far behind him were the other scouts.
“Do you see that nigger, chief?”
“Yes.”