“If I is right, sah, you see dem cliffs ’way yonder?”
“Yes.”
“Dem is over de cañon where dey used ter git gold.”
The negro started off in a way that told the scout that he was in earnest, that he had certainly got his bearings from some familiar scene before him. He kept up a rapid pace, Buffalo Bill keeping close by his side.
The cliffs loomed up nearer and nearer, and at last the scout and the negro were almost under their shadow.
“You see dat break yonder in de cliffs?”
“Yes.”
“It is a cañon, sah. It runs back from where you see de open place, and dere big springs yonder dat flow down the cañon, and dere whar dey found de gold.”
The negro went forward alone, and began to climb up the steep rocks to the break in the cliff. Watching him, Buffalo Bill saw him peep cautiously over, as though he expected to see an enemy beyond.