“Me nuther.”
“More might be gettin’ out now.”
“Not ef they’re comin’ ther way he did; fer thar ain’t many men kin do it that I’m acquainted with.”
“Nor me; but I wish our two pards would git back with the horses, for it’s after time some weeks, and provisions is running low.”
“Yes, and gold won’t buy food in this country.”
“No; all we has got won’t git us a meal if we was starving.”
“That’s so; but suppose we keep a eye on ther valley, for if we see more of ’em gittin’ out, it means death ter us, if we don’t fust kill them.”
“It does; but we’ll do ther killin’, as has just been done in this case of ther nigger; but let’s drag him down inter ther soft ground, go through his pockets, and see what he’s wuth to us outside of the killin’, and then he kin be left for coyotes ter chaw on, fer it’s too much like work ter plant him.”
With this, the two men took hold of the negro, and their oaths revealed to Buffalo Bill that they were dragging him along down the steep hillside, and found it no easy task.
Nearer and nearer they came, and the scout moved to the side of the rock nearest to which they must pass.